"Don't give me no fucking lip, shithead," he barked. "Strip now or I'm gonna beat the crap out of you. And then I'll strip you myself. Nobody said you...had to enjoy this, though that fucking hard clit of yours tells me you'll probably like it."As difficult as it was to believe, my cock was indeed rock hard. I'd never had any gay or bisexual fantasies before and I was truly scared to death. But somehow, my damn cock was hard as stone. I unbuttoned my shirt and removed my tie. I kicked off my. Cynthia, who ran the place, was working hard as usual. Today the drinks were at half price because of today's game. The beer I ordered was certainly worth it as I gulped down every last drop. . He called Christine up to hisoffice saying he would like to thank her. She still acted meek around him,and he loved it. She had no idea of his interest in her and that he had boughta large house for the basement, and the chance to develop a rapport with her. His secretary announced her ten minutes later, and Christine entered alonewearing a black cotton skirt and jacket. Her rear was prominent to him, andhe thought she wore her extra weight well. He wondered if heavier women couldtake more of a. You can imagine how bizarre was to become an adult and wondering how it would be to talk with a girl.I don’t think mother planned that, but not seeing girls made me want to see one, at first because I was curious, and then because deep inside my hormones started to boil.The second (!) time I asked mother about women, she sighed, whispering that we, men, only think about that. She then added that at the end of high school I may meet a girl.I could only imagine what it would be like, how she.