On the other hand though, what if someone I knew was to have seen them. I consoled myself with the thought that the chances of an acquaintance having ...een them, was extremely remote; still, Murphy's law does say that if it can happen, then it will happen. Still, although the photos were very sexy and teasing, at least I wasn't absolutely naked. I kept telling myself that I'd make Rob remove the photos altogether, although I knew that in the end I wouldn't, and that I wanted him to show them. Well maybe we still would.I wasn't much into knowing about women. Hell, no one would consider me much anyway. I was nineteen, lean as a whip, and trouble had been my companion all of my life. I hadn't had my hair chopped off for years and my face had never seen a razor. I was about as scrabble looking, no good, out of work cowpoke, as you ever did see. My clothes were patched and my shoes were turned over.I had one piggin string for her hands and I took one off the old man's own hoss to tie up. "That's nice," I said softly. She moved to the other nipple and rubbed my back as she suckled me. "I want inside your panties, Linda," I said into her hair.I took her hand, stood and walked her over to the couch. We unfastened each other's pants and let them fall to the floor, massaging each other between the legs through our panties for a minute before discarding our panties too. I pushed her down on the couch and knelt in front of her, opening her legs to get a view of her pussy. She had a. Somehow the rest of our clothes melted away and myinner lesbian was discovered.We didn't leave the hotel for the next two weeks and when she asked me tomove to Toronto with her I didn't even say goodbye to Paul. I just tookmy clothes and a few cd's and left. It was not one of my best decisions.It had been springtime in Vancouver, but it was most definitely stillwinter in Toronto. Lisa's job involved long hours and lots of travel. Iwasn't working and didn't know anyone else so I had far too much.