As he finished, Kate laughed softly. ‘What did he say?’ Anne breathed. ‘Oh,’ laughed Kate. ‘He likes you. That’s not quite what he said �... but it’s what he meant!’ As she spoke, David’s hand had slipped slowly, unhurriedly, into the open neck of Kate’s dress. She kept her eyes on Anne as she allowed it unhindered progress down to her breast. Anne watched, fascinated, as the backs of his fingers, then his hand, disappeared under the thin material, then she saw Kate suddenly bite her bottom lip,. Donna admitted grudgingly that young women had as deep a fascination with gay men as gay men had with Bette Midler. No matter how you looked at it, XX/XY needed a new front man. My image was wearing thin and becoming a baker was sounding more and more appealing.Whitney's tour in Turkey was over on the first of October and by Sunday she was home and in my arms for a two-week leave. I was happy and a little pissed that she didn't get a leave in the middle of her deployment. She said things had. Hell, she was a whore. she couldnt deny it. she loved dicks and couldnt help it.on her way to her corner of this dark, disgusting part of town, filled with grafiti, gangs, and other prostitutes waiting to get paid, a car started to slow down next to her. she raised her tight mini skirt a bit to showcase her fishnet incased legs. the car pulled to a hault next to her and the windows slowly rolled down. a young latino man, who looked cuban, around 6' 4", heavily musled, head shaved with a car. Finally, in mid afternoon I gave in and said I’ll be home in an hour. I finished what I was doing, jumped in the car and headed home. For the whole drive home I was trying work out why she was so desperate to get me home early. She must be really bored or lonely I thought.I rounded the corner, pulled into the driveway, and parked the car. I unlocked the door and walked inside. That’s when I heard it again, the unmistakable sounds of people moaning in pleasure.'YES, it’s happening again' I said.