She is clearly afraid, and doesn’t know what to do. I caress the side of her face with my hand, and smile again. Her name is Meghan. She is 5’2?, ...aybe 110 lbs. She is a very pretty girl, 15 years old, B cup- firm breasts. Her precociously visible cleavage juts out of the front of her cocktail dress, as I stand above her. Part of the reason I selected her, is her overdeveloped, pear shaped ass, which I am very much looking forward to playing all sorts games with.Meghan had been very snotty and. I wanted to reach out and grab it, but I didn’t dare be so forward.The cottage had a small patio with a couple of chairs that overlooked a view of the lake. I followed George out on to the patio, again, wondering why such a hunk of a guy would waste such manly characteristics on liking another guy.“I have a question for you,” I started as we stood beside each other, looking out at the lake. George looked at me.At what age,” I began, “did you realize you were gay?”A strange look of bewilderment. Luckily he also had a girlfriend, so we decided that we’ll live together the whole 8-10 days. This means there were only 4 of us left in the whole 3BHK flat, I and my girlfriend shared one room and my friend and his gf shared another room. 2 days went normally; we studied, watched movies, kissed and slept in each other’s arms but on the 3rd night I gathered some courage and asked her to show me her assets, she was very nervous and shy at first but when I convinced her she agreed then I slowly. Therewas one thing that kept me going all day. I couldn’t waitto see Mrs. O’Connor. I didn’t’ know if it was the fact that she was my laststop which represented the end of a long workday. Or, wasit the fact that I found her very attractive. She was sonice to me. Like she promised, she always had a fresh potof coffee on the burner. Mrs. O’Connor’s packages were never ready when I arrived.She always had just one more package to prepare forshipping. I.