My jealousy of Evelyn taking my ex boyfriend, the man I still loved, had melted away instantly with the erotic joy of voyeurism. I had never watched a...couple having sex before and was surprised at how erotic it felt. Spellbound, I gaped at Evelyn’s tiny opening stretched rudely around Evan’s thick manhood; her pink folds rippling over the bulging veins and ridges that glistened with her juices. At the top of every stroke I could see Evelyn’s opening contract as she flexed her muscles; closing. I was worried that maybe I doing the wrong thing. I was even at that timesure that Paula was transsexual and the thought of someone living in theirown private hell because they were in the wrong body upset me almost tothe point of tears. I like virtually all gay people have had to deal with bigotry because ofour sexual orientation so I guess that in it's self made gave me issuestrying to understand that bigotry. I have known a number of men and womenwho when they 'came out' to their family were. He neared me, his eyes fixed on my mutilated limb. ?You jumped!? he looked at the open window above, then back at me. ?I’m sorry.? I mumbled guiltily. Steven knelt beside me, scrutinizing my body. I become aware that my skirt was way up my thighs. I pulled it down. ?It’s just my leg. I don’t feel pain elsewhere,? I said tearfully. ?It can’t be true! I could not even imagine that you were capable of such stupidity!? he said and walked away from me. ?Please, help me!? I cried. ?Do. All you can do is look," she said. Then, she undid my jeans, and in one move, pulled them and my briefs down past my knees. My erection jumped up at her, and she studied it for a few seconds, finally saying, "Oh my goodness...that is beautiful." I noticed her skin was fair but other than a few veins showing, was virtually wrinkle-free. Her dark brown aereolas were at least six inches in diameter, and her nipples were small, pink, but hard. She pulled her panty off, revealing her kitty was.