He took his finger out of me, and as he sat up, raising the back of his seat up, and said, "Happy Birthday." He asked if I would like this every da... for a period, and he knew I wanted it for while.I agreed, and we commuted for about two weeks, as he increased the depth of his finger, then used the middle, as the two weeks passed by. After the two weeks ended, I was suprised he missed his usual turn-off, and he even drove pass the school without stopping. He drove to the motel three miles. Alan bit his lower lip, looking up from the couch as he tottered up to astanding position. Tom took a reflexive step forward."Hold me, Tom?"Tom reached out for Alan's waist."I mean really hold me, Tom, I don't think I can stand in these."Tom let out a quick laugh, wrapping the strong arm around Alan's waist.Alan leaned against him, falsies pressing against his roommate's chest."I can see why Tanya wanted you to wear them. Your legs look dynamite." That's not where your eyes are drifting. He needs her as much as she needs him. He pauses for a few moments, just taking in her sweet young face as she looks back at him, her eyes soft and dreamy. She urges him on with a whimper and her arms.He’s back pumping her as she wraps her legs around his, lifting her pelvis and hips to his motion. Their rhythm builds. Her eyes close, lost from the world. Is she dreaming of Randy? His mind clouds at how tight she feels around him. How hot she feels. How she moves with him. They dance the dance. Me outenjoying a drink with friends while he was at home doing the ironing orfixing dinner.I could not help it, I laughed out loud. Last night he was telling mehow he wanted things to be. He would only behave as a woman when hefelt like it but not if there was something on with the lads, as hereferred to the men he got about with going to the football or whom heplayed golf with.Drink. Did too much drink bring all this on, I asked myself.I was about to tell him or should I say "her" how it.