”“Um ... Beca. You don’t have to do that. We can just focus on the girls in our lives.”“Is it because I was a boy?”“No! Kitten, never. Y...u have never been a boy to me. And you never will be. But not one of my girlfriends ever has to do something against her nature. I know you prefer girls. You don’t have to have sex with me to prove you are a girlfriend, too,” I said.“I would,” she whispered.“Beca...”“I know I said I was lesbian and I truly believe I am, Jacob. But maybe not quite as much as I. ” She held up her skimpiest bikini.“Of course not. Take a look at these. Tell me if they’re okay.” Donna reached into her bag and pulled out a handful of cloth and string. She separated them into sets.“What are those?” Patti said, bending over for a closer look.“My Wicked Weasels. Mom and I buy them on the Internet from Australia.” She looked up at Patti. “They’re not cheap, but they’re really hot. Want to try one?”“Uh ... You’re bare down there. I’ll have to do something.”Donna grinned, “I’ll. I fucked myself harder and harder, listening to the squishing noises of my pussy juices as I pressed against my swollen g-spot. I felt myself climaxing once again, and I lifted up my shaking hips, spreading my pussy lips wide open with my other hand before finally rocking into a screaming orgasm. As I collapsed, my cameraman took out a handkerchief to wipe off the girl cum I had squirted on the lens in my ecstasy, smiling at my delirious form. “So, I guess you liked that?” “Oh god, yes,” I. Jane wasn't very 'clean', but no one was complaining. Ellen then dutifully flogged Jane's open pussy with the flogger ten times. Once again, Ken stepped in after she reached ten."Ellen," he said, "your payment was a little light. Try it like this."So saying, he added ten more hard strokes, mostly focusing on Jane's pussy and mons. Jane jerked and moaned with each one."There," he pronounced, "Much better."Ellen grinned, then slid the thick strap-on she was wearing into Jane's drooling cunt and.