What am I doing? Ryn thought while outwardly groaning. She was acting like such a typical girl and she hated it. Never before had she felt the need to...spend 5 minutes, never mind half an hour, picking out clothes to wear. And to the library no less! As a show of defiance for the odd feeling Deryck cast over her, Ryn pulled on her basic, black-framed glasses and rumpled her hair, destroying her careful 20-minute styling. Now she felt more normal. All of the sudden hands closed around her eyes.. He felt he wasbeing split in two ? and this was a small cock! Finally, with her grippinghim round the waist with one arm and pushing in with the other, it was up tothe hilt and his sphincter, almost in relief, naturally squeezed and grippedthe neck, and the flange firmly against his crack. This would be no fun topull out either, he thought. She replaced the cover, pushing in the press studsas he winced, and removed her glove. Then she rolled him over on his back and released his cock cover. The. Porch lights beckoned. Steph stopped at a corner and we got out. I had Cindy turn around in a circle while I looked at her. The leotard pulled up into her crease, leaving no doubt as to her gender. When I said she might want to pull it out, she got a superior look on her face. "I don't live around here. I don't care if they look." She turned and strutted up to the first door. Steph gave me a wink and I followed Cindy's twitching tail.Steph and Darlene followed a few steps behind. The woman that. Under the hazy glow of the blue neon lighting from the store next door she looked surreal. Standing in a white dress that came up to her neck but not quite to her knees, her figure was sublime, as if painted by a master. She was still frozen to the spot and I got closer and closer. When I was within arms reach I stopped. "I don't know why, I just wanted to see you. It just sort of seemed necessary." I explained weakly, as I looked slightly down at her, me being a few inches taller than her. She.