He was tall, with just a hint of developing muscle. He had close cropped brown hair, glasses, and dark green eyes. From the cockpit, Jean sighed. 'Ano...her teenage boy.' She thought to herself. 'Why is it always teenage boys?'~Kitty!~ she sent out to one of the three mutants who had accompanied her. ~Another boy. Your age. You've got dibs, I beleive?~The girl she was calling too jumped up. This girl, barely eighteen, had shoulder-length brown hair, a small scattering of freckles, and brown eyes.. And here was me thinking I was going to have to play with myself again.”Jane giggled stupidly.“Masturbation? Now that will turn you into a sex maniac so the pastor told me once.”“The pastor probably does it five times a day,” Jenny smirked and held up the joint, “you want a bit more or have you had enough?” “This is your last night of freedom,” she licked her lips, “what are you going to do with it?”Jane sat up slowly and rolled her head from side to side, she could hear strange transistor. A woman immediately shrieked, "WHATARE YOU DOING IN HERE! HELP!! PERVERT!!" I tried to show her my FemCorps IDbut it wasn't easy. She eventually calmed down but she called me a dyke asshe left the room. When I left the manager of the bowling alley was therewith a cop. I showed them my ID, too. The cop took me to the manager's officeto confirm my identity. They called FemCorps and a director got on the phone.After he confirmed my story to the cops he asked to talk to me. He verbally'reamed me a. But then she dropped to her knees in front me, just wearing a bikini and a kimono, and took me in her mouth. I don't know how I didn't quite cum then. I had no idea how good it felt to be in a woman's mouth. It was so wet and warm. Her tongue swirled around the head, toying with me, until she took me deeper. She didn't fuck around. Within seconds, her nose was pressed into my pubes and her lower lip against my balls. Jesus Christ. I don't know what was better: the view or the feeling.I was.