In a voice as choked as my thoughts, he asked, ‘Who do you belong to, Wright?’ My eyes narrowed. Back to this again. I opened my mouth to say some...hing with all the zinging sarcasm I could muster. He cut me off by leaning over and using his tongue on my clit. I moaned deep in my throat, it felt so good. He looked up at me again, catching my gaze. ‘Who do you belong to, Wright?’ ‘I belong to me, sir.’ My voice was soft and implacable. Anger and frustration flitted through his eyes, then he. “Yeah, but, like, I regretted never telling you…”“What?”“I’m bisexual.”I remained silent for a moment, unsure how to properly react. “But…I thought you were gay?” I finally said.“I never actually said that,” she replied. “Everyone just assumed I was gay because I dated girls, but I was always into guys too. I just like girls a bit better. It’s not like any guys were ever into me anyway.”“Are you kidding?” I said. “Every guy that didn’t already think you were gay wanted to ask you. I don’t want to see her get hurt, that’s for sure. And I don’t want to force her to do anything. I’ve been having some problems with the muchachos about that.” Toro paused for a moment and sighed. “AndChico, want to hear something amazing?”“Sure.”“Last night, I was bone tired. Lynn and I don’t fuck in our sleeping bag. With her welts, that would just hurt her too much. But last night, all by herself, Lynnasked me if I’d like her to blow me. She was willing. We wound up just lying with each. ” One morning she had dressed for work and she said, “Look at my belly, I can’t get this skirt zipped up, I’m going to have to start buying maternity clothes.” With that she unceremoniously lifted her jumper exposing her gorgeous, slightly swollen lump. Not as big as the lump in my throat at that moment I can tell you, and elsewhere when I thought about it later. At times like that I just couldn’t get over her femininity, and I’m not talking about sex, well, maybe a little. Sometimes, like when.