He marveled, as he had so many times before, at the flatness of her stomach, the narrowness of her waist, the youthful curvature of her hips and those...tantalizing legs. Sandy saw how Bob was looking her over and guessed that he was as anxious as she to continue the practice. She had dressed in bra and panties again today in hopes that she would have the nerve to stay that way and not change clothes like she had yesterday. She was sure it would be more 'fun' this way, especially if she could get. I'll take it early so that we have lots of time." Elaine gave me such a smile my stomach flipped over. She leaned into me and asked if we would be in bed early. I winked at her. Then stretched."Do you know I could do with a lie down right now." Elaine thought about that for at least a split second."I believe that I could as well." She stood up and held out her hand."Take me to bed, James." I was always the gentleman. I did.The sun always went on the front of the house in the afternoon, so I had. It wasn't like the thing she had used before and this one really stung and she just kept doing it and I started to cry a little but I was so horny now I thought I was going to pass out and in between the lashes I tried to hump the edge of the mattress because I just had to but I couldn't reach the right spot and so I tried squeezing my thighs together in stead and that was better and I was so wet and I think I could have come like that but she wouldn't let me, and she told me to stop and to. “Sam,” I said, holding out my hand. “Liam,” he replied, taking it. His grasp was strong and his hands work-worn. Based on his attire, I would’ve guessed that he was a construction worker of sorts, the type that spent the day coated in hot sweat, lifting work materials and was probably strong enough to pin anyone he wanted to a bed and fuck their brains out. Up to this point, I hadn’t really considered the ‘what if he wasn’t queer’ question yet, but based on his apparent interest, I wasn’t.