Doggy style Stories

Rachael and I sat and talked, waiting for Lynette to arrive. It was 3:30 pm, and there was no sign of her. I asked Rachael about her clothing choices and if she was not interested in fashion. Rachael’s answer astounded me. She explained that her mother had drummed it into her and her sister that men only wanted one thing, which wasn’t very nice. Her mother further stressed that dressing up with suggestive clothes and make...