." and the door closed again and we were caught with our pants down by his sister, Tracy.Paul called me that night and told me that he had been closel... questioned by his parents about what we were doing and he had denied any homosexual activity between us but his parents still thought it serious enough that they were going to inform my parents as well. Well, shit.So, after a serious session with Mom and Dad, me denying anything gay between us, they decided that I was not to go over to Paul's. Her first should have been some zit-faced jock, fumbling in the backseat of a car – a boy who would no doubt use her and dump her, never even returning the pleasure he takes from her – no, that wouldn't happen to my baby. NEVER. I couldn't return her to the world of high school and teenagers. She was mine now, to protect, to love, and to teach the ways of pleasure. MINE. I instinctively thrust deeper inside her, making her gasp.I took that as a cue to continue, though it was probably as likely. Michael's storyI couldn't take my eyes off her in the hotel, she was gorgeous, I knew she was thirty one but she looked like a woman of twenty one, she was one of those women who just oozed sexuality. She knew she was beautiful of course, but it was obvious that she didn't have to try to turn heads, she wore the minimum of make up and her clothes, while expensive, were understated rather than the opposite.I sat enthralled as she told me about her life and her lovers and quite unashamedly. I went into the kitchen and made sandwiches for both of us. Meanwhile, she put on a movie – “Rush”, saying that she hadn’t watched this and heard it was great. Midway in the movie, she asked me if I had kissed a girl, I had never kissed someone back then, so I told her no. I asked her the same, she said she kissed a guy once. I asked what happened later, she described the sexual encounter she had with a guy. They made out in a car on a lonely street and had sex too.While she was describing it,.