I needn’t have worried. Claire Musgrave wanted sex. She was so aroused that she was going to fuck until she could fuck no more that Friday afternoon... She quickly made the few steps back over to me and resumed kissing me, this time, concentrating on my muscular chest.“Claire. Are you sure about this?” I asked worriedly.Ms. Musgrave moved away and smiled.“I want you so much. I want to suck and fuck you and then I want you to make me cum as many times as you can.” She purred.“Are you sure you. Two other girls arrived, two brunettes with cosmetically perfect bodies. Amy offered me a coke. I noticed the seal on the bottle was open but she said she only had a sip earlier. All the girls clapped and chanted, "Off! Off! Off!"Enjoying the attention, I lowered my Speedos. Amy and the two brunettes sniggered at my rather small flaccid penis, while Fiona put her arm round me. "Hey, we can't all be perfect. He's got a cutie." Sarah looked confused, "That's normal... isn't it?" "Oh honey, I hope. Short brown hair, dressed terribly in a t-shirt with a fraying hem and khaki pants. His face was round with fat, but his eyes were this intense, piercing blue. And his voice. A commanding bass, that vibrated through your body and reached into your soul and you became putty in his hand.I was growing wet just thinking about Mark. Ever since I made love to Cynthia in the Starbucks, I realized that I was a lesbian. I was raised a pretty conservative Calvinist and never thought I had a gay bone in. You're a lucky young man." Tina excused herself, saying she was watching 'The Sweeney' on television, and he was left to himself for a moment.The Simmons' home was small but neat, clean and tidy. There were pictures on almost all the walls, the wallpaper was flowery and the carpet a deep pink. Simon wondered if there was a Mr. Simmons at all — the place seemed very feminine. He also wondered what Mrs. Simmons ('Tina, ' he reminded himself) had meant... His speculations came to an abrupt halt.