“Oom, Oom, Oooom” I could hear her muffled mumbling from the cracks of the door. She lifted her ass up; hopped her pussy mound and raised her head...to watch her wet tulip. She cupped her petals and squeezed them with her palm. “Ooh, fuck me, fuck me” She moaned a little louder. She put her finger in her mouth, made it wet with her saliva and gently inserted it in her pussy. I felt my member growing in my loose shorts as I had not made love with my woman for the last two months. Soon she got up,. Cathy saw my desperate glance, grabbed a comforter and threw it over Andy. I heard Mom gasp as I stood to pick up and carry her to the bedroom where I lay her on the bed and covered her over. When I kissed her lightly on the lips, her eyes popped open and she pushed me away.“No, Davy. Too tired. Too sore,” she mumbled before she fell asleep again. I slipped on some chinos and returned to the living room. My family had not moved. Dad was staring at the place Andy had been and his cock was at. I said, "The law is wrong. Just because I don't meet some stereotype ofmanliness, doesn't mean I'm not a man. I may not be good at sports, I mayexpress my feelings a little more easily, but that doesn't mean I want todress and act like some parody of womanhood. And it sure doesn't mean Iwant to have sex with other men." What are you going to do with us?" one of them asked."With you? Nothing but leave you here. It's your van I want. I will driveback to your headquarters with it, and bring with. ...awoman?!" I was last time I checked!" Pamela giggled, slightly nervously. "Can Icome in?" Erm, yeah, sure." Ben took a step back and let his old friend into hishouse, still not quite believing it was actually him.Ben showed Pamela into his front room, and gestured for her to sit on oneof the two couches, he would have the other. He offered her a drink, sheaccepted, and a couple of minutes later he had returned from the kitchenwith mugs of tea. Neither knew where to start, but it was Pamela.