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She nodded. She’d thought this through over and over the last few days. Having sex with another woman had always been one of her many secret fantasies. She’d sat alone wearing her sexiest dress for over thirty minutes before Misty arrived. Misty seemed to tick off every box she’d listed while she’d daydreamed about actually walking into this bar. The one bar she’d discovered in the area that actually catered to hooking up with members of her own gender. “Tomorrow is Sunday and I’m not working,” Misty confided. “Perhaps we can go and look tomorrow, together?” she asked. Mollie sipped her drink. She nodded conspiratorially. Misty was picking up Mollie’s signals just fine. After a little more chatting, and some casual touching, to which neither of them objected, she suggested they get a ride to Misty’s place. Mollie whispered her agreement, her heart racing. As she felt the blood pulsing in her neck, she wondered if she’d be able to really go through with this. They took an Uber to Misty’s apartment. Mollie was impressed that Misty needed a keycard to access her floor and apartment. They were met at the door by a swishing, wagging tail and startling blue eyes. The dog didn’t bark, but his tail threatened to break off as he wagged it that furiously. Mollie’s attention was momentarily taken away by the spaciousness of Misty’s apartment, so she failed to notice Misty subtly raise her knee and push her dog’s face out from in between her legs. Misty took Mollie and led her by hand on a tour through the indian apartment. When they reached the bedroom, she closed the bedroom door behind Mollie, leaving Roo out in the hall. Misty could tell Mollie was slightly nervous, which seemed ironic after the way she’d spoken in the bar about being lonely. But she could also tell Mollie was trying to find a way to tell her what she wanted to do. So she decided to take the initiative. I pull down my panties and twirled around a few times for them. She giggled and wagged her tail at the feel of my tongue. She popped her fingers into her mouth, sucking on them. How long could I keep this hidden? But first, she put the strap-on on Erica, and knelt naked in front of her lover sucking on it until it filled her mouth with sperm. Her Uncle John tensed up hearing what his fantastic little slut niece had said. I can feel his body tense up as I shove my tongue in his mouth. The heavy weight of worm infestation developing inside must have contributed to this show of depravity as well... “I'm going to fuck your ass so hard. The power drain would be minimal, compared to everything else I’m already doing, or have done for your family. It looked like a supply closet. Wendy shuddered. “Oh! Do you stare at the veins in your wrists with longing? My hands slid up over her ass, I grabbed her hips, and the next time she pushed back, I pushed back too. I started to sway to the music and dance around in a small circle. I stood at the windows, sipping my coffee and watching her. Ronja slowed down and looked up her lover that looked at her with love in her gaze. He heard the shower cut off and his mind snapped back to Maggie. I devoured my daughter with hunger. The Society's meeting was indian reconvening. “Well it’s just that you’ve got red marks at the top of the back of your legs. I started rocking my hips across Malcolm letting his cock move in and out in short strokes. I'll treat you like what you are, three holes two tits, and a heartbeat, all for my salacious pleasure. All sent me over the edge. Franz shook his head in wonder. She looks up at me and smiles. We were to far along to stop now and with an audience doubly so. “Fine…” I replied. Margaret's retort is cut short as Isobel rips out the pink panties, scrunches them up in her fist, and then rams it unapologetically right up her teacher's ass, stretching the extra-thick puffy anal-ring to the max. She paused. My eyes closed, my back arched, and I felt a torrent of overwhelming pleasure shoot through my body.