Ganju had worked on my strike accuracy and my blocks. Ganju liked to carry a stick. Block it or suffer.Finally, it was time. I weighed in, did my pose...on the scale, squared off with the mastodon who was either going to crush me like a grape or spend tomorrow wondering how life had gone downhill.I had some lunch after the weigh-in, Ganju was encouraging me to eat, but not too much. He didn’t want me bloated and sleepy in the middle of the fight. We had some more time to do some stretching and I. I want to share my love with you with everyone we meet, but I can’t. Hopefully, this move to Stockton will allow us to be lovers in the open.”“As much as she likes to flirt with you, you better set some ground rules for Jenn, or I will,” Caroline added.“Let’s get something to eat, Caroline ... I’m starving. Let’s cruise Stockton and see what there is, in the way of restaurants. Get dressed, we’ll eat somewhere and come back, and work off the calories.”“OK, Wichie...”My phone rang, it came up as. Once in i reach forward and get a big handful of your hair as i start fucking your ass hard and fast*erika: ohhhh godddddJamie: *i pull your hair hard as i fuck your tight asshole, stretching it open*erika: ahhh godd deeperJamie: *i thrust deeper so my balls are smacking your pussy with every thrust*erika: mmhhmmm*droollls comes outJamie: yea your a dirty cum slut aren't you?erika: mhm jamie aaahhh gooddd*Tighten my ass up*Jamie: all your body is good for is to recieve load after load of cum!. I persevered with my old friends and was rewarded; I studied, made a good new friend of Felicity. So much so that one evening at my flat, after dinner and a couple of bottles of wine, we very hesitantly came out to each other, which was a revelation, a relief, and a confirmation on her behalf of long held suspicion. She was the first friend I had actually confided in since I became clear in my mind that I really was gay. Somewhat less hesitantly she then came on to me. A few months ago I would.