"If it's too personal of a question, just tell me to mind my own business. I won't be offended." No, I don't mind," Peggy said. "I've always known som...thing was different about me, at least since I started to develop. I was just never into boys like the other girls were. I always got along better with girls. When I was around fourteen or fifteen, I started having sexual feelings for other girls. I tried to ignore them, to pretend I wasn't dreaming about touching another girl's boobs, about. We had watched each other masturbate on videos, I had seen pictures of her face, and I had heard recordings of her voice. We had exchanged personal information. I knew about her family, her health, her relationships. But I had never met her. I had never spoken directly with her. Watching her masturbate didn’t make up for that. She was a stranger with whom I had more than a passing familiarity with her pussy and how she liked to rub herself. I was a stranger to her, other than her intimate. Neither of us wanted a family or could produce one anyway with out a fertility clinic. Susan had never been with another man as I had the pleasure of taking her cherry on prom night. She always takes pride in her abilities and I’ll tell you she can suck a golf ball through a garden hose, her pussy and asshole are tight as a drum and always ready and willing. She does however like to tease other men, and does so quite often, but she has never strayed. Her teasing is going to get her in trouble. ’ She responded with a tiny gasp and he pounced on her mouth, shoving his tongue deeply into her soft mouth and was gratified by the whimper that came from her. He loved her honest response, the way her body pressed against his and her tongue stabbed back. There were no phony emotions in her touch and he shivered with that knowledge. She pulled away, flicked the kitchen light off and took his hand, leading him into her bedroom. He watched as she headed for the stereo, made a selection and.