I wasn't exactly converted. Women were soft, round, wet... cute. Guys were, well, guys. Hard (not just there), rough, angular. But maybe I got a littl... more used to the idea. A cock was an interesting thing, mine was pretty interesting (it certainly got a lot of my attention) and I started to think the other ones I saw in the magazine were kind of interesting too. Maybe I could go down on a guy without freaking out. I wasn't going to go looking for the opportunity, but maybe I could get through. " She said, and her radiant smile saw me out of the door.I had made four trips to the sawmill by midday, each time returning with a waggon load of timber. Some was destined for the rebuilding work that was needed, some for fencing and palisades, and of course plenty of firewood was required for the chateau's fire places and kitchen stoves. I had much time to reflect on what had happened between Annette and me last night as Hercules and Atlas plodded to and fro between sawmill and château. I. They looked me up and down and smiled. As they passed and went up the stairs, I could hear them whisper and giggle. This was not unusual. It was then, when they were near the top of the staircase, did I notice that neither of them had underpants on. They turned around at the top of the stairs, saw me looking at them and giggled. With a mischievous grin on their faces, they gave me a quick flash and raced off into my sister's room. I stared in their direction for a few minutes, turned. I didn’t want to go but I needed to give the monthly terrorist report to Congress.I expected that there would be trouble from the foreign relations committees and the appropriations committee. Also trouble with the foreign relations committee because so much of the terrorism was foreign sponsored.The appropriations committee because we were still requesting anti-terrorism funding and awarding grants to colleges for security. The very people that were railing against the grants and our.