We make ... not open cans.” That was a trifle accusatory.Things progressed as things do, “Recipe?”Krys said, “4 to 5 medium potatoes, peeled a...d diced, 1 pound fresh mushrooms, sliced, 1 cup heavy cream, 2 large carrots, sliced, ½ cup chopped fresh green onion, 6 cups chicken bone broth...”“Wait. Canned broth?” asked Cynthia.“No,” Krys said, “I made it last week. You were at the beach.”She launched into the remainder, but Zoe stopped her, “You made it? How?”“In the pressure cooker,” Krys. The image of his maleness was burned into mymind and for some reason; it was not shocking but somewhat intriguing.What was I thinking? Oh my god! Have I really become a woman so muchthat I am attracted to men? Before I could finish my thoughts I felt ahand on my shoulder. It made me jump."Hey! Are you ok Liss?" I heard him say. His hand moved across myshoulder to my back and softly caressed my skin. His hand was big andwarm. I could feel that his hands were rough from hard labour. I knewhe was. Foreplay, unwrapping a gift, revealing the beauty not yet shown, the anticipation had me stirring. At least until her skirt slid to her ankles, and my eyes fell upon the first girl cock in my life. Shock must have screamed across my face, and there was no way I was going to play with that.Problem with bringing an Amazon home is that they don't have to take no for an answer. Handcuffs magically appeared, my wrists soon joined and linked to the headboard. Face up, my now soft cock resting against. He was effing LUSH.Even though I was only a young lad I'd known since I was a k** that I was a real cock hound.Some of us are just lucky that way.I had zero interest in girls except as friends.Like you do I'd messed around with some of my mates,usual stuff,bit of knob flashing,rubbing our boy-boners together,bit of wanking,blah,blah,blah.I'd asked one of my mates once to slip his boner in my arsehole but he looked at me like I'd asked him to eat my shit,lol.So that was a no-go.I quickly learned.