"Lexia was silent. Maybe it was too soon for such intimacy; I'd been sucha complete bitch.Like old times she was painting my toenails in my bedroom. I... this newworld I had already done hers, after some gentle persuasion. First,fascinated, searching for my Alex, I'd watched Lexia reach under herskirt to skim off her tights. With braided hair, mascara and subtlelipstick, my ex-boyfriend was self-consciously feminine.The cool lick of polish across my nails never faltered. "And you weremine," she. But it was noticeably lacking any male stars except some younger not so known hunks like Dino Moreas, John Abrahams, and many other younger models. Right about ten o’clock the host announced all the guests to come inside and led everyone down to a set of stairs leading down to a huge basement. It was poorly lit, a dungeon like place bare of any furniture except a round raised stage in the center and wooden benches lined up around five or six concentric circles around the center stage, a seating. So, me being the brat I am, I walked up behind her and intoned, "seven, sixteen, eighty-three, two..."She turned around, mad, but then realized who it was. "You brat! Hi, honey. Hello, Melissa. What are you two doing?" Walking the town," I said. "It was a good day for it. Later, she's cooking me dinner." Vat is dis? You messing your Mama's counting up?" I looked behind me, and there was Mom's boss, the owner of the boutique, Miriam Veychold. Miriam was a little old Jewish woman with a thick. Five more inches sunk in and Veronica could not believe that her friend could fit all that meat in her ass. The tentacle only stopped when it was not possible to go further in. Both girl and phallus remain frozen for a few seconds. Only the heavy breathing of Danny could be heard. Then the tentacle began a slow in and out motion, rocking the girl with it. The Latin teenager started moaning again, revealing that her pain began to give in to an increasing excitement.Veronica walked around the.