I know he planned it because he guided me to a secluded part of the park where we sat for hours talking and the conversation had us both breathing hea...y. He was in tears as he explained that he had been sexually abused by a relative. It left him questioning his sexuality. So I leaned over and whispered into his ears, "me too". By now I am holding him against me. Nothing happened that night, but we would always whisper " I love you" to each other. We'd whisper because back then being gay could. "Mmmm," she finally breathed, "I haven't felt so good in a very long time...thank you." "All part of the service," I said lightly.She sat up and looked me in the eye, glanced down and looked back up. "I see you enjoy your work," she said with a twinkle. "I love giving pleasure," I responded. "So do I," she said. "May I?" With that she unbuckled my belt and tugged my jeans to my knees. My erection was clearly straining through my boxers. "I really feel that I should reciprocate, you know, would. "I'd be a good wife to you and love you all the time," she moaned, hoping her words of love wouldn't screw up their day alone.He couldn't believe what Julie said. He knew she really loved him, but how could she love him like that, he wondered."Someday you're going to make someone a good wife. I just hope the man you get is a good one," he replied, wishing that just maybe, he'd find someone just like her.Julie felt her heart sink just a little, but she wasn't about to give up! Not this easily!. She was used to masturbating and loved playing with her clit to make herself cum, but, she loved it even more when the pressure from the shower assisted her, causing her to have an even more intense orgasm. She positioned her legs on either side of the faucet and slid her butt down towards the running water. Making sure the water fell right onto her clit, beating down on it, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout her body. Her knees buckled as she got closer to Cumming and a loud groan.