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By the time our final year of high school was winding down and getting ready to end, Chris and I had stopped having sex with each other Brunette altogether. And I realized that our longtime secret sexual relationship had pretty much run its natural course, and was now over with. Then one Saturday summer evening at around 8 o'clock, about a month and a half after our high school graduation, Chris unexpectedly showed up at the front doorstep of my home, and he actually begged me to have sex with him one last time “just for old time’s sake,” promising me that it would be the very last time that he would ever ask me to have sex with him. Mind you, it had been about two months since the last time that Chris and I had had sex together. And believe it or not, I really didn't feel like having sex with him anymore. Thanks to my on-going senior year sexual relationship with Chris--in addition to the occasional jack-off session here and there that I had participated in with a few other male friends of mine (just for the record, I never jacked off with more than one friend at a time, which meant that I never got lucky enough to big experience a true "circle jerk")--I had already managed to satisfy every bit of bisexual curiosity that I ever had, and I was now more than content with living a 100% heterosexual lifestyle. But I also couldn't help but feel sorry for Chris, because I knew that his luck with "chasing girls" wasn’t going so great, what with his chubby body and all. And it was obvious to me that he had to be feeling super-horny that night. I mean, I could see that he was actually starting to get a hard-on bulge at the front of his pants crotch, just from talking with me on the front porch for a couple of minutes. So, despite my lack of enthusiasm for the idea of having another sexual encounter with Chris, I went ahead and reluctantly agreed to go out with him for a ride in his grandfather's large, light salmon-colored, 1960's Buick that night. Basically, I figured that it couldn't really hurt anything for Chris and I to go ahead and jack each other off one last time (“just for old time’s sake,” like Chris had suggested). When Chris drove off from my house that night, I had no idea where we were going. And Chris wouldn't tell me, either. He just said it was "a surprise." But I assumed that he was taking me somewhere private, so that he could have sex with me. Boy was I wrong! Chris drove us to the fairly well-lit parking lot of a still-open-for-business public library that was located on the grounds of a public park. And then he drove around the side of the library building itself (in order to put a little distance between us, and the other coming-and-going library patrons), and then parked his car in the shadow of a big tree, and shut off the engine. And to the best of my memory, our ensuing conversation went something along these lines: "You wanna have sex right here ?" I asked in total disbelief. "Sure. Why not?" Chris answered, as if it were no big deal. "Because there's people over there. That's 'why not,'" I said, gesturing towards the main parking area, directly in front of the library. "Don't worry. They'll never notice us," Chris said, as he opened the driver-side door and stepped out of the cock car. "Come on. Let's move to the back seat, where we can be more comfortable." "Oh my God! I can't believe I'm doing this," I said to myself under my breath, as babe I was opening the passenger side front door to climb out, so that I could open the back door on the same side of the car, and then jump into the back seat, right beside Chris. By tits the way, if there was one phrase that I could use to accurately describe that pinkish-looking, chrome-bumpered boat of a car that Chris was driving that night, it would have to be "stuck out like a sore thumb." And as far as I was concerned, that phrase still applied, even though the car was now parked in the shadow of that big tree. I closed the back car door, and then just sat there for a moment, looking at Chris, as if he were a raving lunatic. Slut... I stopped at a liquor store and bought a couple of bottles of wine. “You took that little, red pill.” Everyone’s inhibitions had lowered by now. Fucking that rottweiler in the park served as a catalyst big for Jenna and, as we would tits all discover later, it was the point of no turning back. “Ooh, Cass looks on the verge of erupting,” Amelia panted, her hands rubbing her pregnant belly beside me. For fuck’s sake, she’s not some Brunette cock nymphomaniac that’s been around the block, she has no idea what any of this is! She may have the body of a woman, but her mind is like a little kid’s! This is borderline molestation! Before she kissed me again, Lizzy looked me in the eyes and whispered, “You're an idiot”. “I'm going to erupt!” I moaned. She kept going. They were still in danger as long as they stayed there, and if they didn’t hurry, Willie’s sacrifice would be for nothing. Her eyes stared up at me with such heat in them. At my side there are moans of a different kind, as Elionara is also prepared for rape. But there was no need for the creature reached across his broad chest with his right arm and thumped his three-fingered claw on his left breastplate as he bowed his huge head. The one color I hadn't used. Elsie’s eyes lit up. for me a reason to enjoy more while I still can…. babe She looked like the golden teen girl that was ready to go back to her life and have the world be her oyster. My blouse was falling to the ground before I knew it. Thank you so much for making it all the way to the end of this story! I say out of impulse.... As the party drew to a close the guests were leaving and I was upstairs putting away some blankets when I noticed Miley's door slightly open. She nuzzled between them, her head turning right to left. And so they worked along the line.