Just one Line.

All of this flashed through my head while Denise stared up at me, first with slight disbelief, followed by something like concern. From the outside, I’m sure I looked like what I was; namely, a guy from suburban Texas, just barely past his teens, attempting to ponder the fluid nature of gender and sexuality with a toolset short of more than a few conceptual socket wrenches.
 
"What is disturbing to me is that part of me wanted to go with him. The music, the pot and his big cock rubbing on my pussy had me hotter than I have been in years, maybe ever. I wanted to be fucked."
 
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