So what's the difference? She could say something to someone, and you'd still get screwed," Sierra said.I hadn't even thought about that because all I...was thinking about was looking at a sixteen-year-old naked teenage girl, staring at her boobs, letting her touch my dick, and fingering her watching her cum. And when Sierra said that, I realized that I was scared. Frightened that something really fucked up and shitty could happen.Sierra just stood there staring at me."I didn't mean to freak you. Our tentacles, Merita corrected. And you will enjoy using them. They are so sensitive.“I can arrange that, Tabitha,” I smiled, eager to find out if Merita was correct.Tabitha rained kisses on my face as she squealed in girlish delight. Her red hair tickled my face as her hot lips moved about my cheeks and temple. Then she kissed my nose and finally my lips. That kiss wasn’t a peck, but hot, lingering, making my tentacles wave and undulated as excitement flooded out of my cunny.Then she broke. My cheeks burned with the blood from my blushing. My whole body was quivering with fear and anticipation. I just wanted a reply so I could explain myself. Then the realization kicked in, and I decided only time would fix this mistake. Still, I sent a naked full-body picture to my English professor. It's not like it was on purpose. It was a mistake. A terrible, horrible mistake. I was trying to submit my poetry explication, and uploaded the wrong file--the one explicitly and exclusively for my. Twenty minutes later, Joe pulled up to the county lockup and took the nude handcuffed Brian out of the back seat and across the parking lot to the front of the police station. Since it was mid morning just after church services, the streets were crowded with formally dressed men, women and children, walking along the street. Seeing the nude man, the mother’s covered their children’s eyes so they wouldn’t see the pervert being taken into the station. A couple of local high school boys were.