Her pussy pressed against my dick, a dripping, hot slit surrounded by her hot scales. She felt as silky as a human female, her juices coating my cock....She squeezed and flexed her body, driving her pussy down my dick.“You dare call me a naga-slut!” she snarled. “Do you know who I am?”“The slut pumping her cunt up and down my dick,” I groaned, her hot flesh gripping my cock, her silky sheath massaging it as her body flexed. I nuzzled between her breasts, reveling in their soft feel as pleasure. I put the drunken Jess into bed, "Kiss me goodnight sis." I laughed her off and began to make my way to my bed, "Pretty please just a peck to show how much we love each other." Fine," I grumbled, before moving back to Jess and planting a peck on her cheek."A proper one I mean, don't you love me?" she joked.I chuckled, "Okay you drunken mess." I leaned back in and went to give her a peck on the lips, but Jess stuck out her tongue leaving me to kiss her tongue. "You're vile," I said reeling from. Things weren't that simple though. Even if he did take full responsibility, marrying someone like Janet could never be a viable option. Kunkel men only married from within their own social strata. He'd been indoctrinated with this concept for all of his life.Mike truly cared for Janet. In some ways, if he were absolutely pressed to give an honest answer, he'd have admitted to actually loving her. Love is all well and good, but it didn't give one license to enter into a marriage with someone so. "How am I supposed to take college courses when I have no idea what the teacher's talking about?" How do you think I feel?" Asked Sean. "I'll have to do my senior year all over again!" Well at least I think I've got good news for you Amanda," Laura replied. "You now know everything that Sean knew so you'll have no problems in college." What about me!" Sean whined. "I not only have to repeat my senior year but now I have to do it as a girl too!" A very pretty girl with lots of friends," .