They brought me a roast beef sandwich and some grapefruit juice. While I was eating, Sue our resident medico, was talking quietly to Billie, "Are you ...aking hormones?" Billie answered in the affirmative. "You had better call your doctor and see if the three or four testosterone injections you are getting every day will need a change in your dose." Billie nodded. "Billie, do we need to stop until you find out." Don't you even think of stopping," she answered. "I will find out tomorrow." Tomorrow. He even had fantasies about Cheyenne getting knocked up by some random dude or her own father, Brock.Van pictured himself getting another guy’s sloppy seconds, too, after watching her get fucked repeatedly. Why did he like this? He remembered other jocks and himself making fun of guys whose girlfriends screwed around on them, often with his fellow jocks, too. He got turned on by the idea of Cheyenne getting gang-banged and sitting on his face with another man’s cum down there. The best part,. The more the thing fought, the faster it got dragged to the originator of the flames, the emerald stone. Finally, when it was trapped inside the stone, the flames receded back to it.Done with its purpose, the stone rose to the air, but instead of returning to Bin Bin’s spatial ring, it imbued itself in his forehead, where blood gushed to his eyes before he healed.Bin Bin torpidly opened his eyes and blinked perplexedly a few times. “This ... where? The good feeling? Ouch! My head!” The instant. Back to the story. I have always lusted sexually over Lynn for a while now, we were at her hotel room. Her family invited me over for dinner, of course I took that opportunity just to be with this sexy blonde. Throughout the entire meal, seeing she was sitting next to me, I kept sneaking my hand over to her leg getting closer and closer to her zipper, she slapped my hand away each time and every time I got the zipper down a little further, she didn't bother pulling it back up. She must have.