I have to stop thinking about men. I like women. I'm a guy.Big, sexy dominant men with eyes that seem to stare into my soul... Imean, men aren't what ... like. Girls girls girls. I like girls like thatmaid from earlier.Yet try as I might, thoughts of men dominating me kept creeping back intomy mind. Soon enough, I was rubbing one of my now b-cup breasts with onehand and rubbing my shrinking cock with the other while lying on my backwith my legs slightly spread. Originally I had been at least. Two of her Lessers, Fourths she knew, sat with their backs to the wall, one looking bored with a bullet wound in her thigh, so far unchecked and oozing a steady stream of crimson blood, the other with a deep cut across one cheek, a stormy expression on her face even as it too let crimson spill down across her neck and torso. Lysera felt a pang of regret for that Lesser in particular, though she didn’t show it. A prominent scar given by a weak enemy would be a lesson she would have to carry with. " She confessed softly."You didn't?" My throat went dry yet again. "So, uh, so why you in here?" Couldn't sleep." So you figure on keepin' me up." In oh so many ways, I thought.She shrugged and I caught the scent of her hair again. My dick twitched. Her hand brushed lightly over my chest. I could feel my heart pounding like it was going to burst. "Garrison dumped me." She said. "I mean, at the end of the summer, not recently. He said that something was wrong with me if I didn't cum with him. He. "I don't watch TV," I answered truthfully."No TV? How boring!" she proclaimed.I bit back my first few responses before answering, "I never said I was interesting."After that, she decided a walk was a better idea. And so we walked. The conversation was light, with no great ideas involved, but casual enough to relax both of us. Eventually she decided that it would be best if she returned back home to make sure that her cruel aunt and uncle didn't miss her.Disappointed, I drove back home,.