” “115 lbs? I guess you didn't count the extra twenty pounds in your tits and ass! Is that what you've been telling them?” Rachel said as Grace ...aughed. “Shut up bitch,” I laughed back. “They don't need to know that, they won't be around long enough anyway. Watch my drink I need to run to my car, and don't drink my margarita bitches!” I got up from my stool at the bar and made my way through the dance floor, getting bumped into everybody I passed as I made my way to the front door. As I was. " Are there many cases of, what did you call it, a doubly recessive chromosome?" Shani asked, sounding intrigued in where her abilities might originate."None that I can think of," Cate acknowledged, "but that wouldn't rule it out either." And the likelihood of that being the case?" my father pushed her once again."No clue, it's just a guess with no supporting evidence. It would explain a few things, but there'd be no reason to assume it was true. A more likely culprit would be hormones or other. He stripped off his shirt, and shorts and showed me his perfectly smooth, muscled, tanned body. He slid that Arena on, and grabbed a wide chrome cock ring from his car and slid it on. He had some aviator glasses and a ball cap on, and put on his back pack. Nate did the same! His football shorts disappeared to a red Muscleskins Poser, black cap, and shades! They both were going to hike in their swimmers!“Awww, I’m the only one still in shorts!” And, I can’t hike in my jockstrap. Can I?” . “Jay, don’t you dare touch that bitches’ tiny cock. Bitch, crawl over here and take off my clothes. And as you crawl over, say your name and what you are.”Looking right into the camera, “I’m Sam and I’m a faggot.” Getting so turned on by this.“No faggot, your full name and address.”I hesitated just a minute then realized I needed and craved this humiliation, “I’m Sam Thompson and I live at 2324 Wallflower lane in Houston, Texas.”“And your e-mail and phone number. And you might as well include.