The kisses became more and more passionate and soon we were naked in her bed and making love. It was a little frantic at first. But soon we calmed dow... and there was a lot of gentle touching and kissing.I love making love to a man. And now I know that it isn't just my man. I love having sex with men. I don't even need to know their names! But there is something a little bit special about making slow, gentle love to a soft, sexy feminine body. I love the feel of another woman's breasts in my. I know that uttering, "I love you", on the first date (if you could call it that) is trite, but Mary sensed that I was truly overcome with her, that I had no hidden agenda.But now I had to tread carefully with respect to Ginny. How much about us did Mary already know? Did she know about my son's exploits? Did she care?Mary seems to be completely sapphic, yet that dildo of hers conjures up only thoughts of men from porn movies!It is clearly impossible for Mary to participate in anything where. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged by your spell checker. Thanks.It was a dark and stormy night. It was also one of the best nights of my life.I started dating Meryl a few weeks ago. Meryl wasn't model material, but neither was I a jock. She was cute, with short straight black hair, big brown eyes, and a pretty face. I was a tall, skinny, awkward geek who was lucky to get such a cute girl to go for me.She and I were in the same. I couldn't believe it. She squeezed my arm and whispered, “I want to thank you for those nice pics of your cock. I look at them all he time and make myself cum.” That meant she had saved them to her hardrive. She could use those against me. Me an adult and her in high school. My head was spinning. She said, “Be right back, now don't you move.” She got up and left and I sat there wondering if my life was over. I tried to think of all the charges that could be brought against me when she came.