The idea still seemed to me so … well, effeminate. It just hasn't seemed sexy to me. And certainly (unlike blowjobs) not very manly. But Jim's kis... was certainly NOT effeminate, as I had imagined. No, it was powerful, and sexy, and interesting ... and so very masculine. Feeling his rough face against mine, his tongue probing urgently and insistently into my mouth like a flexible little cock, dueling with my tongue, was not even the slightest bit feminine or tender. Not at all.It was more like. ..I'm going to go into this for you a little deeper than I did with Beth, so you know where I'm coming from. I'm a pig. I'm under no illusions, I know it as well as you do. I'm a big, fat, roly-poly old sow with a big ass and a pair of blubbery jugs on her chest. I always have been, more or less -- even in grade school. Beth knows this, since I passed the majority of the mess on to her and somebody added that godawful lisp to it, but I need to get it out front, here. It made me a pariah, of. The tangled mass of fallen trees and limbs must have served as a hiding spot for their prey.It was at that moment that Ansel saw her, she burst out of the deadfall like a bird on graceful wings. Movement like that only came from years of practice and training. He found himself blinking, unsure if what he was seeing, was it real? Or sleep deprivation playing tricks on his mind. She was tall and slender, her beauty, stunning. Her clothes were tight and form fitting, but not the clothes of a. "Wow," she said, "Looks like somebody's enjoying being the center of attention, tonight. How come nobody's asking ME to dance?"A few songs later, Rachel did just that. She walked up to us and told my date, "You look really beautiful tonight."The compliment earned Rachel a few minutes swaying cheek-to-cheek with Liz.Meanwhile, I consoled myself by dancing with Talia, who had draped her supermodel figure in an elegant, one-shoulder black dress, accentuated by dazzling silver jewelry and.