.. "Yes,.... I understand," I muttered."So, Bobby, are you gay or what?" she asked. I was too stunned to respond. I just stood staring at her. I did...not knowhow to tell her that I just loved girls. Adored them, really. Theirclothes, their hair, their smell, the way they moved and talked; I lovedeverything about them. I was jealous about he way they talked and madefriends and acted toward each other. I wanted to look like, act like, andbe one. So badly, in fact, that I prayed almost every. They could just make out one car from the others by virtue of the fact that the inside light was on and a figure was sitting behind the wheel. They withdrew from the window. Andrew spoke first. “I think that it's best that you go to him Lily. Its now really very late and I am sure that you are as anxious as he is to get the whole story together.” Lily bent over to retrieve her clothes, “Yes. I should really. I know that you are right. He's not getting the whole story though.” she said with a. Here it comes, baby. It’s gonna be big, get ready baby…” I moaned.I screamed over and over as I let loose my wall of juice. Jack kept his head plastered to my pussy and squeezed my ass like he was riding a bronco and didn’t want to fall off. His cock muted my howls. When I stopped shuddering he whirled around and was on top of me in an instant and he shoved his throbbing cock into my trembling twat and started ferociously trying to bang the bottom out of me.His face and his hair in front were. He had only a heavy rod in his hand. THE ROD that I hate. This caused unexplainable pain and brutal marks. Twisting my nipples never helped when this was used. HE smiled and the look in his eyes was the one I have only seen on special occasions, pure evil lust. He explained that I would be whipped everywhere on my body that my wedding dress covered. I cried out noooooooo! Knowing that I had chosen a very conservative dress. I knew I was in for a long afternoon.I asked why THEY were doing this.