Her expression just read, “more please, harder please” instead of protesting in the slightest. I could smell and see cum oozing down her thighs fr...m both holes, too. I could tell that she was lost in her own private headspace and absolutely in love with the prick stuffed in her bottom.They backed up just enough to let me wash my hands. When I finished, I knelt to part Jeanne’s thighs and started licking her gooey twat. It was irresistible to me, my tongue exploring her for the hell of it. I. He oohed and aahed over several items, but Lara being practical, told him that Christmas was just around the corner and maybe if he was a good boy, Santa might bring him something.Christmas arrived and he was very disappointed upon opening his presents to find nothing from Magic Depot. When preparing anti-M.S. drug for injection, Lara smiled and offered to do it like when he first started taking the Copaxone. But, she didn't give him the anti-M.S. medication. Instead, she sampled his DNA and. .. I mean, I didn't mean to... I mean, I just... I... I don't know! I don't know why I... I..."She couldn't think. She was overcome by confusing, conflicting emotions."You'll never be happy, Gretchen, until you embrace your true self," the councilor advised. "You must admit your needs if you're ever going to fulfill them."Gretchen nodded as much as she could in the head restraint. It was true. She was so confused and she didn't want to be. She wanted to be happy. And Mr. Warren seemed to know. I wish i could tell her, but having sex with a thug, a thug with no job, would be gross to her and she would tell me not to do it again. I know this is gross and slutty, but isn’t my happiness important? I think so. I have a nice body and I want to enjoy it. I thought it best no one ever know. My secret.Just then his friend walked in and he immediately sees me naked and looks at my body. He asks my thug if he can fuck me and my thug looks at me. I didn’t really want to do it because I was.