‘Don’t go away, Alec, we have something we need to show you.’ What came on the screen was a home page for a campus course called, ‘Dynamics of...Gender Identity.’ Taught by Carlotta James, adjunct professor of clinical psychology. I asked, ‘Are you two taking that?’ ‘Yeah, we are. Read the course abstract.’ I looked at the screen. ‘Explore the complexities of gender identity through case studies and self-assessment. Restricted to partners in a continuing relationship.’ Oh oh. I was looking at two. "Are you sure," he whispered in her ear. "It might hurt, I'm told." Yes. I want you to be my first"Before she could change her mind, Bud's hips lunged forward. Kelly smothered her cries by biting his neck, her nails raking the length of his arms. It felt like she was drawing blood, but he kept up his slow and steady assault on her newly breached love tunnel. Gently working his cock in and out of her vise- like pussy, he stopped when his balls met the smooth slopes of her ass. He hung over her,. "Sally, upset, didn't need any more distractions, "Kimberly, you can stop trying to hide!"Kimberly stepped forward. "I think this proves what kind of..."While she was talking, Heather, and 'Thighs', went towards Joan, "Do you think you, uh, could get a bra like that for us?"'Thighs' nodded. "You have to expect something new to have bugs in it." She wore a busy black-and-orange blouse and solid black pants.Kimberly was not pleased.Grandpa said, "I'll see what I can do. Are either of you virgins,. Later, Bye.”And he was gone.‘All in one piece,’ I mused silently. I didn’t think so.I wandered downstairs, to find my Dad sat watching Saturday afternoon sport on the TV in the lounge, and my sister in the dining room, doing homework. As usual she’d left it until the last minute.“You all right son?” Dad asked as I sat down in one of the chairs by the fireplace.“Not really,” I said.“It’s tough isn’t it,” he said, “breaking up with your first love.”“Yes, it is,” I replied, “but the trust has.