Braking from our kiss I stood up taking his hand. “Let’s go inside no one is home” He got up and hugged me “thank you” he said holding my ha...d tight as we waked to the back door. He was more at ease once inside knowing that no one could see him. He again ran his hand over my chest. I stepped back took off my tops reliving my pink bra. He said he wished he could dress like that all the time as a tear trickled from his eye. I held him don’t worry Shawn you will be able too just be who you are. I didn't. "Okay. You've seen mine. Now take your clothes off and show me yours."I doubt that he'd ever noticed me naked so I don't think this was a command specifically designed to humiliate me. I think he just wanted to establish that he could make me do what he wanted. But, whether he knew it or not, this was the most terrifying demand he could make of me. (Well, I suppose it would have been worse in front of even more people. But the mere thought of showing myself naked to anyone was. We were both upset as we realised neither of us would find someone as unique as the other but accepted it was for the best. We still kept in touch though and saw each other in the summer holidays, even having a couple of fucks for old times’ sake. He came to my 19th birthday party and gave me a beautiful first edition of Wuthering Heights as a present, it was one of my favourite novels.Time soon came to return to university where I was studying English and Media. I’d spent my first year. General sir Edward was efficiently and in military time ploughing his good lady wife on a breakfast table while she in turn was handling the cocks of two other men with an exuberance fitting for a woman half her age.In a darkened shady nook, two ladies tended to one another with such passion that their cries of ecstasy and joy rang from the buttresses.“It seems rather crowded,” Sandra remarked.“Don’t mind us,” called back the general.“Spiffing party.” Called out his wife happily.The man raised.