Brandon laughed off my claim. "No way!" he said emphatically. "Youchose to go to the sissy school." His tone made it clear that choosingto go to a ...issy school was absolutely the most shameful thing a boycould do. "We saw you through the window of my house, prancing down thesidewalk all ladylike just like you were really a girl." His toneindicated that he was offering up what he considered to be iron cladproof that I had chosen to go to Gladden. "No one was around to forceyou walk that. So, we were going to spend the better part of a week or more docked at Geghast. At least this gave us plenty of time to shop, and restock, and basically do all the things that you do when you don’t have a working ship to attend to.Despite the fact the girls couldn’t run free on the station, not to mention the station’s shops, they figured that meant rather than go into a shop and try on the different outfits, that they would just get one of everything, and then figure out what fit them best.. As I dried him I could feel his balls and prick swelling again in the towel so I did not linger too long on them as what I really wanted was that length penetrating my juicy cunt and spurting its load of hot sperm into me.After we had dried each other he turned me around and bent me over, with his hands clutching my breasts he started to insert his long shaft into me from behind. I could feel the tightness of his large prick and knob working its way into my cunt. Then all of a sudden it. Hair loose around her shoulders, she was wearing nothing but underwear and my jersey, my football shirt, with REID across the back, number ten, stained in places by grass and mud, and currently covering a half naked babe. I could remember pulling it off after the Sterling match, cloth on skin, and tossing it aside, and now, right now, the girl I was obsessed with, was wearing it. And almost nothing else. Her legs stretched down beneath the hem, but through the white fabric I could catch a.