“Been there, done that.”“So, no girlfriend?” I pressed.“No,” he replied.“You’re not gay, are you?” I asked. I didn’t have anything...against gay guys, but I was need of some serious relief at that point and I didn’t want to be wasting my time talking to some guy that was gay and couldn’t help me.“Do you normally shop at this late hour?” I asked.“Yes,” he replied.“Can I ask Sam a personal question?” I asked.“Sure,” he replied as we reached the end of the aisle and the end cap.“My boyfriend...” I. " Chief O'Brien slammed his hands on his desk. "I don't care what you are, you're either a good cop or a bad cop! If you think my language is vulgar that's your problem not my problem! If you're offended because I called somebody a gay boy why don't you go ask him his name yourself. If you had went out there looking for officer Yuri nobody would answer you, and that's because he prefers to be called gay boy. Never mind those sexy abs he's always showing in the locker room." Grumbling under. I am also 18, with my wavy dark brown hair, also C cup breasts and nice ass, was wearing a tight, short blue dress with a REALLY low v-neck, and my boobs were pushed up. I had on 5 inch grey cage heels. We discussed the party, while walking up stairs. We planted ourselves on my king sized bed. Being drunk, I grabbed her dress and pulled it down. I squeezed her tits. I waited for her to object. After she giggled, she jumped up, climbed on top of me, and planted her gorgeous lips onto mine. Me. You then bring your hands up and start rubbing my arms, trying to get me to hold you tighter.As we embrace I feel you push back against me harder and start to rub your silky covered body against my cock. I respond by slowly working my manhood in between your butt cheeks and I start moving back and forth. I feel the silkiness of your gown wrap around me between the softness of your butt as we just stand there holding and rubbing each other.Although already hard, you feel my cock get even harder.