Like super gay. It'd be really convenient if I were Bi and I could blend in, but I'm not. Some girls gag for cock, cocks just make me gag. Really, thi... is one of the two things that is in anyway distinctive about me, and the best part? No one knows. I'm so in the closet Ikea is offering to rehome me. I get bullied as it is, can you imagine if anyone figured out I liked girls? It's like a free pass to shun me and 100 new ideas for nicknames.I know what you're thinking, if I'm so unremarkable,. “Do you like what you see sir?” she asked. “So far so good.” I smiled and then said. “Get over here, and lay down on the bed.” She did what she was told. She laid down next to me. I had a queen size bed, so we had plenty of room. I looked in to her eyes and she looked into mine. We stayed like this for what seemed like forever until I broke the stare by grabbing her face with my hands gently and giving her a long deep kiss. She moaned and closed her eyes as our tongues met. My left hand left. Just make sure you're back before 2:00." Harold walked toward her, car keys in one hand, the ATM card in the other. "Don't go crazy - I don't want you to spend more than a hundred dollars, understood?"Heather leaped into his arms and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "You're the greatest! I promise I'll be back on time."Harold secretly hoped she'd be late.The girls got back by 1:45, to Harold's chagrin, and Heather modeled her new, very small bikini for him when she returned. Lynn was wearing. “You’re getting on well, it really needed cutting didn’t it?” I agreed, drank some coke and started back mowing. There was quite a breeze and she was outside on her patio moving pots and stuff about and every now and then a gust would blow up her short skirt and I’d get a flash of panties. She was much too old, but my cock was getting harder with each flash. The warm weather and all the flashes were getting me quite hot and by the time I’d finished I was sweating.I cleaned off the mower and put.