It wasn't until we leveled off that I sensed more than heard movement coming from the galley.I looked up and there was Edel, dressed in a simple blue ...niform and matching heels. She paused for effect, then slowly, sexily walked towards me."Coffee, tea ... or me?"She grinned broadly and said, "I have always wanted to say that and this is the absolute perfect occasion." Hello Edel, it's great to see you again."I stood and extended my hand, which she ignored, coming into my arms and kissing me. Though Michael's adventures may lead you to believe otherwise, remember what I said about Emma's continuing appearance in the story. That in mind, maybe even severe homophobes won't be so put off by this story.Angie E. 04-15-15ApparitionI am not queer. I don't like guys. I don't want no guy's pecker up my ass, or worse yet, in my mouth. I dream about sucking sometimes, but it's no one I know, and I never enjoy doing it. Most of those dreams are fucked up messes anyway, making even less sense. After picking the right temp I can control the rate. Three ten second fills with some yoga like stretches; I find work very well for the start of my day. The shower is big enough for me to stretch and have a few guys in here if needed. As I sit over the drain today, Very little leaves my body of colour since it was a rather busy night with little more than cum to fill me. The shower washes everything away then a good rinse then dry and style my long blond hair. I had made a choice to grow it. Like a stubborn infestation, thoughts of his touch, his kiss, his gentle caress had taken up residency in my mind since we met. I knew it wouldn't be long until I surrendered to my desires. It was almost like a lone clock ticking through an empty house. I could always sense it, hear it, and feel it.I closed my car door and stepped onto the paved charcoal footpath. Ironically, the footpath not only lead to his house, but it also led me down a path I thought I would never tread – the pathway to.