I wasn't out to be gay, I was out to watch cock. After a few weeks I finally started taking my pants off at times for others to see me in pantyhose or...thigh highs. It was so hot. I could go there, I couldn't really be touched, faces were fairly hidden and it was fun. A few guys had tried to get me to meet them outside or whatever but I never would though I was getting more and more of an urge to suck cock. One day I stopped off there, wasn't wearing pantyhose or antyhing. It was the first time. " Oh." I thought a moment. "But, I haven't really enjoyed my time with her. I mean, it's as if it was a classic porn performance in front of cameras. Who is she playing to?" You, of course. It's how she thought she needed to be in order to impress you and make you like her." But it didn't work." It would have for almost anyone else. Any other man would have been completely taken in." He slugged down the rest of his drink and went to the office door and waved the waitress over.I still didn't get. "Lesbian," she quickly countered."Yes, I'm a complete dyke," I joked back, as I stood up and joined her on the bed.That night I slept over and I tossed and turned as I replayed the strange, almost lesbian, encounter in my head. Did I want to really taste her? Could I be bisexual? Was Kelly bisexual or was she just being her usual aggressive, get herself off, self? These and other questions and conflicting emotions bounced around inside my head...making me wet again, causing me to silently. That tells me absolutely nothing. My lawyer says it’s a done deal. We’ll end up splitting things fifty-fifty, except it won’t be fifty-fifty. She’ll get the house and I’ll get the mortgage. Throw in child support and alimony and I’ll be living in a cardboard box and eating Top Ramen noodles.’ ‘Jesus, it can’t be that bad,’ I said. ‘Damn near. The worst part is I don’t even know why.’ We talked some more before he changed the topic. He’d obviously had enough of talking about his troubles. We.