However, I did have a secret – I was gay. This was not a thing you admitted if you wanted to keep playing sports. One also didn’t talk about it at...home in that repressed environment. On top of that, my little sister thought she was a Disney Princess. She is now thirty-two years old, haughty, and still thinks she is a Disney Princess.After college came marriage and kids. In truth, my life was a loveless sham. Sex was nowhere. How could I have sex with a body I didn’t love? A question I have. I wasn't even sure where I was or how I got here. The last thing I remembered was struggling with Deek at his apartment and Ronnie jabbing me with that needle."Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," the man on me cried out as he suddenly stopped moving. I could feel him inside me now, his cock jerking and throbbing, spraying my insides with his seed. He remained connected to me for several long minutes, his foul breath showering my face with a putrid smell as he panted, trying to catch his breath."Lazy,. ” If it means anything, I love her humor, cleverness, the way she plays with my head, (the uppermost one, I’ll have you know), the emotion and feeling she so fluently expresses through the written word. The list has more, but I can’t share everything. Undeniably, I’m more than impressed with her articulate wording in the posts she has placed here. She has gotten me quite aroused many times just by the way she phrases things. I‘m in awe of the way she manipulates words to her utmost advantage. They were doing their best to show all the skin they could and not get caught. I watched more than one pair of panties being slipped off and stashed in the bottom of a purse and then there were all the extra empty cans of shaving cream in the trash.Then there were the accidental spread leg peeks and a wink when they could get away with it or an accidental squat with wide legs to pick up a dropped object. It was east to tell that the tanning sessions were completely nude after the first couple.