Again I was lost in his sweet kiss. I could feel his power and masculinity through his forceful kiss, and his tongue began to probe into my mouth. He...ran his tongue across my teeth and against my tongue. He pushed against it, hard, and I pushed back. I could feel his saliva in my mouth and rather than revolt me, I found I was aroused by such bizarreness. Throughout the kiss his hands had never stopped exploring my body, touching my breasts and arms and legs and sex. His fingers were all over. After about six months of fantasising, Anna and I decided on a weekend away near some dogging locations. We booked a smart hotel in the countryside which was supposed to be three miles from two different dogging sites. One of the locations claimed to be frequently busy with regular doggers, especially on Fridays and Saturdays. The other location admitted to being quieter with the possibility of nobody turning up at all.We arrived at the hotel around 3pm on a cold November afternoon and quickly. “What’s wrong?”Chad pointed to the picture. “Why the hell did you keep this?”“Why wouldn’t I?” she asked. “You were homecoming king.”“Oh jeez,” he said. “I’m not in high school anymore....”“Well, you’re not in diapers either,” she said, “but I kept those pictures too.”“Mom!”“What? It’s true.” And she pointed at another set of photos.“This is different,” he said.“Why? Because you’re... like that?”I wanted Chad to say the word gay. It wasn’t that scary of a word, at least once you got used. He says I’m not that interesting. He even took some other woman to the opera because he said she knows more about it than me.’ ‘He what?’ I had to hold the phone away from my ear. ‘That makes no sense. Why would he do something like that?’ Damn. Once again I hadn’t thought it out. What the hell kind of reason could I give her? I couldn’t think of a thing. I was taking too long to answer. ‘What did you do, Grace?’ She knew. Not the details, but she knew. ‘He caught me cheating on him.’ This was.