The fact might not of bothered him if unlike every thing else on this floating dump the bio filters worked properly but they didn’t. Everything had ... sour pale taste. The young human male sat up and shivered. He had stayed fully clothed to help against the cold, but water had seeped trough it from both sides of the fabric. Still he didn’t dare take the loose body suit off. He had a dull name and a dull life but now it was a life he missed dearly. He missed the warm sun, blue sky and the nice. ‘He’s not my boyfriend.’ ‘Better that way, sweetheart. That boy can’t satisfy anyone for shit. And he doesn’t like being told what to do. Little prick. If you’re going to fuck someone, you’ve got to fuck a man. None of that doe-eyed, slow missionary shit. That’s for pussies,’ James says. The other men laugh and Quinn smiles nervously. Where the fuck is Owen? ‘I bet you like being told what to do,’ Phil says. Quinn notices that one of the men hasn’t spoken to her yet. He hasn’t even looked at. Lauren's pussy clenched in response and then she felt a gush of wetness from her pussy as Caitlyn's fingers began to rub and caress her pussy lips more and more insistently.Lauren was overcome with arousal and hotness and she reached up to unfasten Caitlyn's bra too and do the same things that her girlfriend was doing to her.Chapter 2Lauren and Caitlin had been sitting there in Lauren's bedroom in their T-shirts, bras and panties when the topic of their chitchat turned to their growing breasts. "Come over with us and play!" she begged energetically taking my hand and pulling my arm upwards toward her. My legs shuffled as I stood finally granting me the ability to walk alongside this blond haired girl of sixteen years old. She's wearing a white dress accented with small reddish flowers along the bottom hem. Her stockings are white and shoes are black with clasps of gold.Her hair barely reached the tops of her shoulders and swung gently as we grew closer to the smiling crew of persons..