The day at school was rather boring. Anna, my best friend, picked me up at 7.40 and we walked together. She is the only person to know about my little...secret. So, I told her what had happened in the morning. She put her arm around me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. We had kissed a lot of times, we also had sex a couple of times. Anna was a lesbian and she was really beautiful. Having sex with her was always fun, but I preferred boys. No, wrong. I preferred men. I just didn't know that at that. As her frustration mounted she realized his hand was going no further; she would have to make the next move. But what could she do? What if he wasn’t really feeling her up, what if his boner had nothing to do with her? Would he think she was a perverted slut for throwing herself at him? Anna slowly began to twist her upper body back and forth. Imperceptible at first, slow, barely increasing how far she twisted each time. Each time her father’s fingers went a little farther around her breast. A. As besotted with her as I was, it was close to the same with her. I'm not sure what she saw in me, maybe a young stud who could fuck her all night or maybe a young kid she could manipulate. But whatever it was, she told me frequently that she'd never met anyone who made her feel like I did.Who knows? Maybe she really meant it. Or maybe she just wanted a young guy to work her magic on, someone who hadn't lived long enough to become jaded and cynical, someone who would be so blinded by love that. She didn’t move an inch. She was totally oblivious to the attention. He had an idea. He went to his brief case and took out his digital camera. There was easily enough light for him to use it without the flash, so he positioned himself in front of her and took a photo of her as she lay there with her shirt pulled open and her tits exposed to the cool air of the surgery.He must have taken half a dozen before stopping and allowing a second idea to enter his head. He reached out with left hand and.