Angie

Lust was creeping into his mind. A few minutes later, they both walked into the house as Emily hops on the sofa. She didn't even take her shoes off, she just jumped on the sofa. She puts her face on the pillow as she thinks about something and then looks over at Tyler. “do you remember when we used to wrestle in the mud? It was so much fun, I had dirt all over me. Boy, that was some good times. Why can't some girls be like me? Because they are not tomboys.” Emily starts laughing because he was right, they would never do anything like that. Unless they were into the boy lifestyle like she was. She stands up, spreads her legs while looking at Tyler. “Yep normal, traditional women are so closed up, they don't know big how much fun it is. Playing in the mud, playing tits basketball, video games wrestling, boy activities are way more enjoyable. You know?” Tyler was too busy staring at her sexy legs while also looking at her shorts and wondering what her pussy looks like. He wonders if it's hairy, or if it's clean as fuck. It was normal for her to be talking like this. After all, she is a tomboy, so these responses were what you expect. Not listening to her, Emily raises her voice just a little bit. “hey, I'm talking to you, Tyler. Right? Sorry, spaced out again, but I heard you. Oh, really, Tyler then what did I just say? You were saying how you enjoy boy activities.” Emily got up going into the kitchen to grab a cold beer, and when she came back, she sat down lingerie on the couch, spreading her legs again and Love starts drinking. Obviously feeling good from her little fun activity with Tyler embracing her tomboy nature, after all, it was pretty manly to drink beer just because that was mostly a man thing. Seeing her drink made Tyler fantasize about knocking at fear away, pulling her shorts down and fucking her like a wild animal, but he had to keep his mind from going into the gutter. Emily looks over and notices that Tyler is still by the front door just standing there. “ yo, why are you still at the door, Tyler? stockings Come sit down on something you're acting like you're nervous. No, I'm ok, I'm just thinking about stuff, that's all. Well, alright.” she takes a sip of her cold beer, wondering but he could be thinking about. Emily would usually drink cold beer whenever she was feeling good or needed to relax. And she knew Tyler didn't mind, so it would be fine. She slowly looks over at him while, taking sips every now again. “you know, my mother used to whoop the shit out of me for coming home dirty. I never could understand why I pussy was just dirty, it's not like I was gonna die. Honestly, she just hated the fact that I was acting like a boy, and I didn't care about being dirty. Almost everyday, she would tell me you're not acting ladylike or some shit.” when Emily was a little girl, mother started to notice that she used to do things that weren't appropriate for a young girl. She seemed to love playing football and playing in the mud, her mother couldn't stand that wondering why she was playing in the mud with boys. She often told her that she's not a boy and shouldn't be acting like one. Truth be told, Emily has always been this way, since she was born, she was never really interested in the girl lifestyle, only something that was the complete opposite of what she was. Emily was taking chips and watching TV when she noticed she wasn't fully comfortable. I was way way beyond excited and happy, especially since she looked happier than I had ever seen her! Every pussy nibble. I reached around tits her and hugged back. She had learned that hanging victims usually took a long time to die, sometimes over a half hour, at least until the late nineteenth century. That was my imaginary friend when I was little. I said, "Sure" I called Liz to let her know what was going on and asked Love if I could clean up a bit. It was her night to cook but there was plenty of time before she needed to do anything about that. “Wow,” Sam said, shaking her head. The rest big of the day was spent cleaning and finishing laundry while Stephen was at school. “For god’s sake, don’t stop, I’m nearly there” she wailed. I’m hungry.” Hank said. “You drive me so crazy.” I sighed while I almost climbed in his lap. "Are you okay?" I stood and shook the woman's stockings hand. I like how the soft silky fabric feels on my skin. "I NORMALLY CHARGE $100 FOR THIS, BUT lingerie FOR YOU, ITS MY PLEASURE," she smiled lovingly into his eyes. We are all so putting kill and takeover controls into the ship in case of problems. My tongue soaked in her cunt's juices.