We went on like this for a couple of years when one night after he'd been drinking he told me why he'd two timed mom, and suddenly I felt guilty about...hating him all of that time.He was actually in tears when he told me how mom hated sex, how she used to pricktease him and he actually had to beg for sex, which when she allowed it consisted of her lying still for a few minutes while he relieved himself in her body. About that time at school I overheard some of my schoolfriends discussing in. ”“It’s Mae, Sugar,” she said with a faint southern accent. “Everyone else is gone. Why don’t you be sure to lock the front door, then come on back here to escort me to my car.”“Where are you?” he asked. Her big sexy voice was really what got him hot. Mae was a big black woman with a big ass, big tits, a big smile and a big laugh. She was always throwing little sexual innuendoes in as she made small talk, but nothing had ever come of it. Bill. If you'd like to skip right to my story, skip the next paragraph.I wouldn't be looking for anything extreme or experiment too far. I've always considered myself straight. I love women, breasts, pussy, the whole lot. I find women attractive and can see myself romantically attached to women. But for a few years now I've been looking at men too, specifically cocks. I don't find men attractive really, at least not in the romantic sense. I could never see myself in a relationship with one either.. It was an aged window, and had it’s fair share of cracks, and I soon found myself building a fire in the hearth, it’s steady warmth filling the room, beating back the onset of winter. The snow fell thick, coating the orchard in a soft, white blanket, it’s beauty like the grace of a ballerina, dancing and spinning into infinity. The imprint of the storm was magical upon me, capturing my attention and holding it’s gaze tight. I bundled deeply into the blanket then, and drifted off to sleep soon.