"Yeah, I do. You're very pretty and all that, but you aren't my type.Neither as a boy, nor as a girl. As a partner, I mean. I like them fitand strong....And besides I only like to be on the receiving end," she saidcoyly. "Oh, I see," I said. Why was I feeling disappointed? It wasn'tbecause she told me I was an feminine boy. I knew that already.We decided to go swimming, and I changed into the swimsuit. How muchbetter was it to wear swimsuits, than speedos! It was tight, and youcould see the. They were slavers!Hoping she wasn't seen until she could figure out what to do, as Kat was still close to edge, and she started trying to back backwards back into the tree line when someone grabbed her."Well, what do we have here," said a voice, who then spun her around as she caught herself right before she screamed as the sudden surprise.Kat found herself face to face with a grizzly older man, possibly in his forties, with salt and pepper hair. He had one good eye that was steely blue, but. She hugged the docile Dane. "Today I'm going to ride you."Thor whimpered, twisted his head and began soaking the fuck-happy child with doggie spit. His tongue slapped over her face and shoulders."Oooo, you're such a licker," she giggled. She moved back, and stood. "C'mon, Thor. Up! Up!"The dog leaped to his feet, yelping, tail wagging, his dripping tongue hanging from his mouth.Nancy stared hungrily at him. "You be still," she whispered. "I'm gonna get on your back." She petted him, her heart. . I guess partly as a beard. But I’m a strange sort of gay man. I guess that I’m gay, since I like boy ass a lot. You know, younger, hairless kind of men, though I don’t mind your body hair, given how young you are. Nineteen or twenty if I had to guess, right? How is it that I still want Sherry, I don’t know, but I do. I mean, I have to pick a team, I guess, either God’s team and being straight, or the Devil’s team and being gay. It’s not looking good for me. What about you? Do you regret going.