I could smell her freshly shampooed hair and soap. She had again left her hair open and no mangalsutra was visible between her valleys. I was in antic...pation. She came and asked if I found the book. I lied that I am not finding. She offered to help. I was kneeling and finding the book in the lowest bookshelf.She came and knelt with me so that her nightie was now raised up to her knees. I could not control seeing their smoothness. My dick was disturbing a lot. I think she could make out the tent. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me."Oh, Jason. I know that was a test to see if I might be unfaithful. I know you didn't really want me to agree." You're wrong, Kim. I want you to agree. You'll fuck Dave." No, I won't, Jason. I won't have sex with Dave." Yes you will," I replied evenly."And if I don't?" she said, her arms crossed, her eyes ablaze. "Will you leave me?"She tried to look cock sure, but fear was obvious in her eyes. She'd asked "the" question. Would I leave her? I'd. And I’m not bisexual. Don’t have anything against gays, lesbians and bisexuals but that’s simply not the way I get down. I like men. Men and only men. Sorry, ladies. I do not partake in the love that dares not speak its name. Being a hardcore tomboy forever made me awkward around guys, especially the ones I liked. I’ve always been the buddy and never the girlfriend. Story of my life until I met Steve. He’s the first and only man I’ve ever loved. The first time I laid eyes upon Steve, I was. I live alone so I’ve been totally bored out of my brain. And I’m single so I spent every day of the lockdown incredibly and insatiably horny. And trust me when I tell you, when this wee lass is horny, she needs a lot of pleasing.Before the lockdown started, I bought a full-length mirror for my bedroom. It’s been propped against the wardrobe, across from the foot of my bed, waiting for Da or my big brother to come over and hang it on the wall for me. I woke up on the first morning of the.