I had never even thought about kissing a boy before and here he was slowly brushing his tongue across my lips. The pot was hitting me and his lips wer... so soft and I felt my lips open and I invited him into my mouth. It quickly devolved into a make out session, with me exhaling the smoke through my nose as we never stopped kissing. It was every bit as good as kissing Linda, but a little different, his tongue was muscular and demanding, wrestling my tongue into submission. I was really getting. She was really drunk and I took my time getting her into the bedroom. I slid her skirt off and sat her on the foot of the bed as I removed the rest of her clothes. Then I laid her down where her legs were hanging off the foot of the bed and her butt was right at the edge.Tom came from the other bedroom and was naked now. I was shocked when I saw he was hung like a horse. His cock had to be 9 or 10 inches long and it was thicker than mine by at least twice. There was a huge head at the end of it. He told us so much--and he told us to look into things. Following up those leads led us to the traitors. In the process I got to know Hank Dalton better than any other person on Earth. I know Hank better than Hank knows himself. Every little personality flaw. Every phobia. When Hank was six he was kidnapped from school and molested for several days--the scars from that trauma are still with him. He can't stand body hair to this day. Hank's mother, father and siblings were murdered by Mexican. "Hey, knock it off. Stare at hers, not mine," I bark punching him inthe arm."I was wondering, will you walk around topless, too?" he askschuckling."Wha- What do you mean?" I respond."When you grow your boobs. Does that mean that you will start showingthem off like the rest of the girls?" he adds. I balk at thisinsinuation."No, I'm not, and be careful with your calling people 'girls' here.Girls don't exist in this dimension, remember?" I say."I know, weird, huh?" he chuckles. "We landed on.