" "I want to hear you say it, Karen?" I looked up into his eyes. "I am a fairy." "You like to wear girl's clothes and you get turned on by...being a girl with a guy?" "I like to wear girl's clothes, and, yes, I'll admit it, I got really turned on when you kissed me, and treated me like a girl." Stan kissed me again. "As long as we admit that it is you who is the queer, and, not me, then, we can have fun, okay?" "Okay, Stan." "Now, what is the one thing that the. ” With that he started to kiss my neck, slowly running his hands down and gently cupping my bum. I moaned into his mouth as he began to massage my butt. “Touch me; touch me where I have never been touched before!” I begged him. I was a virgin. At eighteen years old I had met the love of my life and I was ready. Ready to give my body to him, to let him take me, take me to places I had never gone before. I had always been too shy to masturbate; I had touched my boobs a little bit before but. We went home and put in some pizza( our favorite thing to eat then) and got on the computer. We looked up some porn and he would always find his way into my shorts, even though everyone was right around the corner. I don't even remember what we watched because my mind was on his hand that was controlling my dick. We just kinda had a little play around fun. Then we just got on Facebook and thought of ideas for the night. He told me he had a good idea.I listen and he informed me he found his. It was so tight that it hurt. She wasgetting my attention, letting me know the intensity ofher enjoyment and punishing me at the same time. I guessthis was an effort to connect me with her pleasure andto have me join in and condone her act. Her eyes werefixed blurred with ecstasy staring intensely at me andin haze of adulterous and wanton pleasure. His littlepierced tongue was licking her lips as she panted hard. She was both angry at what I had caused and let her doand also my wife was.