He let out a deep groan and thick white liquid erupted from the tip of his cock. He was cumming. The cum landed on my stomach, breasts and neck with a...few drops on my pubic mound. Steven collapsed on the sand next to me and tried to regain regular breathing. “I think I’m getting mixed signals here. When I said I wanted to have sex with you, you pulled away from me and flopped down next to me. Does that mean that ‘Yes, you do want to have sex’ or ‘No you don’t want to have sex’ with me? I kind. So I take that as a sign of what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. So I stand there in the doorway and proceed to undress myself once again. LOL I sit down opposite her and try to concentrate on what looks like a very delicious breakfast. (Including the company!) It is almost as if last night never happened with her and Jason, I am a little shell-shocked, although it is also a pleasant and refreshing sign. (I hope!) ‘What’s on the agenda today?’ she asks ‘Oh I thought we might go for. After several minutes I find a three-eighths hose and a gallon jug. I walk to the filler cap on my truck. The three-eighths hose is a little small which means it might take a minute or two longer to fill the jug.While I am filling the jug, we started some innocent conversation. She tells me that she was on the way to work and that she was going to stop at the next turnoff and get gas. She explained the her gauge must be off as it indicated that she still had about an eighth of a tank of gas. They would plead more later. I smiled. ?You have an odd choice of words, Daniel. I can tell you don’t write scripts, although I did hear you write poetry. Kind of a sissy boy thing to do. Tell me Daniel, are you a sissy boy?? His thinish lips tightened into a smile, but he looked down and blushed further. ?That depends on what you mean by sissy boy.? ?Are you a fucking faggot, cocksucker, homosexual, male pussy, twat boy?? I raised my voice and leaned across my desk, my.