I can't put on this fake dyke imageeven one more day. I want to be desired. I want to be loved like a girl.I want to be held by a man. I want to be pe...etrated for God's sakes. Ifeel that you have crossed the line. I don't think you can ever be theold Rahul. I am leaving. I think that is best for you and me.Sorry,SanjanaThis time I didn't cry. Deep down I knew this was coming. I had crossedthe line. I could never be Rahul again. I was destined to be Rhea.My relationship with Luke blossomed over. The next morning Anna was surprised to see Eric waiting outside her front gate in jogging pants and a faded black t-shirt. He announced that he wanted to get fit by doing more sport. She stared at him as if he had grown two heads, but he seemed genuine enough, and she did have a thing for him. Never in a million years could she have imagined what his true motives were. That day would be the first day of many where the two would meet early in the morning and run for an hour before getting. John could do this every weekend, coming up behindthese beautiful female runners and checking them out in a race typeenvirement would not carry the stigma of him doing this in the streetwhere it would carry the social stigma of hime beig considered some kindof a weirdo. John considered this nothing but a little harmless fun.This also allowed John get to know some of the girls, get a few phonenumbers, get some dates, and get layed.One of the female runners that would also enter the local. Aside from that, she had posted a pic of her and her husband fucking. Her husband Gary was a hot dark-haired hunk, and her eyes were directed right at the camera like she was looking right at me. After staring at her for ten minutes and rubbing my pussy, I im’d her and asked if she would be interested in a threesome with Alex and me. “Not fair,” she im’d back. “You know what we look like. Where’s ur pic?” I browsed through my photos and found a pic in which I was sucking on a dildo so big.