Kasey

One thing you loved about Kasey ... they were a true friend. All you ever had to do was ask, and they dropped what they were doing and came to you.

Kasey was embracing being androgynous. They were wearing capri pants, flip flops, a silk shirt, and a bright green thong. They weren't muscular, but they weren't soft like you were. Kasey's eyes went wide.

"What is she doing here?" Kasey asked.

"I'm the one asking the questions," Karen said, putting her hand on her hip. "I'm babysitting Dani until Amanda returns."

"She knows," you said, in a small voice. "She knows everything, Kasey."

"Why did you tell her? Jesus Dani, keep your big mouth shut," Kasey complained. "Look, I don't want to get involved in your shit, I'm going home to Jackson ..."

"Hey, I have zero problems with cutting off his ankle monitor and having him spend the next sixty days getting his ass pounded by some felon," Karen said. "Zero problems." Kasey's eyes went wide.

"This bitch is crazy," Kasey said. "I don't know how you and Amanda are related."

"Yeah, I heard that growing up," Karen said, rolling her eyes. "I want to see you fuck this bitch."

***

You were on your back, your head over the edge of the bed, the blonde mane of your wig hanging down almost to the floor. Kasey was fucking your mouth, his golden seven inch cock pushing into your throat with each thrust, although the passion wasn't there. At your crotch, you could feel Karen's touch.

"It's bigger," she said skeptically. "But its still limp. C'mon, I want to see you two fuck."