But now I feared that Peter could react badly to a lot of, maybe too much of, my initiative. For now, it was just a nice erotic game without any exhib...tion of sexual organs and I was already satisfied with what I could do and had completely overcome my shyness. Peter was stroking my ass nicely wrapped by the short shorts that gave the impression of the sensual shape of the panties I was wearing. His touch was accompanied by the movement of my little round ass and I could not restrain faint. Now that is simple! We chatted about work stuff and when our drinks were ready, we went back to our table.“So, Clary, tell me what happened,” she pursed her lips and sniffled.“Brian accused me of cheating on him. I’m not. I wasn’t. I wouldn’t. He got it into his head that I was seeing someone here at work.”“Where the heck did he get that idea?”“I have an idea, but no proof.”“Elaine?”“Yes. She is a bitch. I should just go into work tomorrow and kick her teeth down her throat.”“That is not going. So i asked for permission for a cocktail, received said permission, poured myself a drink, and waited. A few minutes later, not being able to leave Him alone, i knocked on the bathroom door and asked if i could scrub His back. He said yes, so i proceeded to fill a sponge with lotion-laced soap, and lathered His back. i found i couldn’t stop there, so i gently turned Him around, and scrubbed His chest, His arms, and worked my way down from there. His body is magnificent, and i couldn’t help but. Eric used two ways to get me alone. He would either ask me to come to his house to watch cartoons or invite me over for ice cream and that’s how I ended up sucking cock six more times. I didn’t hate myself for sucking his cock I would just always tell myself that was the last time. Fast forward a year and a half. I hadn’t had any faggot urges but I also avoided going to the neighborhood where my faggot tendencies were awakened. My family owned a house there that they would rent out. My father.