He gave me the folded paper and pointed to an artical.He sat on the bed and waited for me to start reading. I lifted the paper and started to read. Af...er maybe only a minute i felt uneasy, i lowered the paper, John was sat on the bed his robe undone and was wanking! "What the fuck are you doing John?" i asked. I turned the paper over to see a topless page 3 girl. "Is this what your wanking over?" I asked him."Well you told me off when i was looking at yours. If it helps yours look a lot nicer". .'She cut off my protest with a silent look. It just said'don't bother going there'. She left the table. Angela tookmy hand and walked me upstairs. I allowed myself to belead. We cleaned the remainder of the nail varnish off myhands. I felt hideous; my family all thought I was somekind of faggot who ran around dressed like a girl.'Ang, we're going to have to stop, mum and dad think I'msome kind of...'She interrupted me. 'They don't know anything, Dad was justteasing you, so was mum. Stop being. No one returned to the dance floor and we soon called it a night. Brenda invited us over to their place for a night-cap. I declined, saying I had had enough to drink and had better be getting home. We said our goodbyes in the parking lot.On our way home, KC driving, I asked, “Did you have fun?”“Sure. We always have fun with Kenny and Brenda. They’re lots of fun … and good friends.”“How’d you like dancing with Kenny?”“You want the truth?”“Sure.”“He’s a much better dancer than you. A little. Her lips slid forcefully up and down his thick cock, reluctantly bathing it with her struggling, wet tongue. Minutes passed as she endured the brutal face-fucking, her eyes wateringand saliva dripping down her chin before he finally pulled his slippery cock free of her sputtering lips and slapped it against her pretty face as he flashed a sadistically satisfied smile. Gasping for air, Amanda gazed up at her attacker with her innocent, bigblue eyes only to have him return her affectionate stare.