Your dad is a lot like mine. He’s funny and from what I’ve garnered from what little you and the others have said, is very supportive. He really s...ems to ... not only love you as a daughter, but to like you ... as a person. He likes all of you as people, doesn’t he?”Although Gracey had been silent the whole time, she responded, saying, “Absolutely! He’s always been friendly and supportive of all of us. He’s also gone out of his way to help us. It’s understandable that he’s always helped Beth,. “Manjula... wait.”She turned around and faced him, her expression fearful.“Look, I just—I just want to apologize.”“No need to apologize,” she replied, “it was your girlfriend saying those things.”“She’s not my girlfriend. I was just having lunch with her.”“Okay.” She started to turn away, then he had an idea.“Tamil theriyama?” he asked, hoping he’d pronounced it correctly. Do you understand Tamil?She pivoted to face him, her eyes suddenly alight. “Enna? Ninga ilankaivurunthu vanthinga?. She’d eaten out all of the futa-cum from my depths.“So it was me all the time?” I shuddered. “I ate out Macie’s pussy. I devoured her like I was a lesbian.”“Well, certainly bi,” she said and smiling. “And what’s so wrong with that? So you like futa-pussy and girl-pussy. Lots of girls are like that.”My cheeks warmed more. “I had sex with Shelena. I was so horny, I just texted her and begged her to fuck me like a slut.”“Probably because you always wanted to be fucked like a slut, you just refused. Then Wendy let out an evil laugh realizing what her comment implied. “I want to see him feeling your tit on the dance floor,” Wendy whispered. Kelly stood, offering her hand to Dan.Doug moved over to Kelly’s seat to talk with Wendy, but really for a closer look at her unbelievably low cleavage. It didn’t take long for Doug to put his hand on Wendy’s knee. She liked the attention, and didn’t object as he rubbed her leg and slowly moved his hand up, then under the hem of her shortened skirt. Her.