Gramps was marching off down the street, head high and arms swinging, but I knew he was hurting inside. He had confined in a male hushed way, that he ...esired hisown space after all this time, what ... thirty years married!Why he told me I don’t know, but living with them because of my mum and dad splitting and being male, I suppose I was a shoulder to cry on, I felt hurt me too. Why own space? What was I supposed to do, didn’t he like me either? I knew he and Grandma had grown apart since she. He was "pretty" for a boy. He had pink lips and a small upturned nose. He had a smooth, soft, up thrust rump. He was feminine looking and girlish in his actions and movements. He had had two sexual experiences with girls and had found them to be distasteful and was not turned on by them. He had had some experiences with boys, that involved stroking each other's cocks and rubbing together, and he had discovered that he was much more attracted to boys. In a way, he felt as if he were a girl. Ummmm... Nothing. I stammered. I could tell by the expression on her face that she was not convinced. She slowly stood, holding her hands out toward me. I also stood, unsure of what was going to happen, but willing to let Pam be in control of the situation.She grasp me firmly, pulling me close. Her moist lips only inches from my own. Her firm tits pressing hard against my own. She breathed hard and fast against my flushed skin. I could tell she too was aroused and in need to satisfaction. My. You arrived home about 6pm that evening and insisted that I dress sexy again. We went to a fancy restaurant. You were very attentive and affectionate, and we had a wonderful evening, before going home and fucking like rabbits. This made me wonder. I believed that you had fucked Miss Brown, and yet, as far as I could tell, you really loved me. So, is it possible to fuck someone else while still loving your partner? I had to find out. There is an older bloke, Toms his name, at work, who has been.