Him: you have a nice dick bro.Me: are you kidding? Look at your monster. It’s so big and thick.Him: haha. Wanna you touch it and feel?Me: no thank y...u. I am not interested.Him: can I touch yours and see?Me: are you gay?Him: who said you have to be gay to have funMe: have you done sex with guys?Him: of course. It’s so much fun. You should try it.Me: no no. I am not gay.Him: even I am not but I like sex fun so much.He took my phone and opened a gay porn and we started watching it. Don’t know why. ..you. What's your favorite one?" I slid next to where she was sitting on the bed and took the book from her. "Page thirty-eight. It's about a girl and her boyfriend. They start fooling around, then she's going down on him and his friend walks in. Her boyfriend panics and tries to cover himself up, but his friend pulls his out and walks over to her." I was getting wet repeating it. "She reaches out and touches it, a little scared because it's so much larger than her boyfriend's. Then she puts. She came to his office in the middle of the day on a Thursday. Quinnell quickly gave his secretary the afternoon off. He spent the rest of the day plowing Beatrix’s tight boipussy and playing with her huge boobs.He had enjoyed busting a good nut while banging the shemale slut on his oak desk. The place was a mess when they finished. “You should stop by my room in the morning,” prompted Busty Beatrix. Big Q took her up on that offer the very next morning. She had a mask and an arm cover for him. Mom and Randi, though, were doing a good job of keeping me limp. I still had a bulge, and if I arranged it carefully, it looked halfway stiff.At least to a fifteen-year-old girl.What interferes with behavior modification, is if behavior is rewarded in different ways by different people.My mother and big sister had devised a plan to control my libido, or at least teach me how to control it. Their problem was that they didn’t bring the rest of the Turner women in on it. That’s understandable..