One girl was an enemy of hers and took full advantage of her. She told the others to hold her down and moving her hand away pushed her hand into the g...rl on the lounge chairs cunt. Pushing further into her she was in upto the elbow when she stopped. She began ramming in and out of her victem until the girl was wet and fully aroused. She screamed as a massive orgasm struck her. The girls assault continued through eight more orgasms until she was totally exhausted. Unable to move the group of. . those who wouldn't hesitate a moment to start the socialwhisper regarding the curious, ever-so apparent spurts of physical growthand oddly familiar psychological traits that I often radiate withoutintention... characteristics that I am no longer able to avoid, conceal,or deny.Naively overlooked on my part, and perhaps intentionally orchestrated onhis, a deliberate social interaction resulted in a flood of emotions thatsoon betrayed both my heart and body. Being more emotionally vulnerablenow. As a male, his cock had been surrounded with a bush of dark hair. In was another small detail that had resulted from the programming in the DNA re- sequencer.Her hands now glided up and down the sides of her legs, nails leaving a temporary trace across her thighs. Gently, they moved across her legs, coming to rest on the small mound between them. A warm wetness greeted her, followed by a strange but pleasing tingle that spread out from between her legs.“Hmm, that feels nice,” Robin thought, the. " Then I met Franklin. He was a kind and gentle man. We married and enjoyed a good, if prosaic life. We worked well together and for the most part, we were very happy. The black memory of my betrayal was always there inside me, but I could keep it buried then and he never knew. When he died and I was alone again after so long, I could no longer push it down. It kept bubbling up, tormenting me. I couldn't sleep. I began hiding from life and the few friends I have left. I knew I had to do.