"I called to you when I walked in, but I guess you didn't hear me." I certainly didn't. Look at this mess. I don't have time for this!" I slammed the ...ixer on the counter and reached for a damp dishcloth.You reached out and stopped me, turning me around until I faced you. "I'm sorry. I thought you heard me." You studied my face for a long moment, you eyes locking with mine."You have whipped cream here." You touched the corner of my mouth. Leaning over, you licked the cream off.My anger changed. Amy now got up over me so I could eat her out while her friend, Joyce, sucked me. If I went back to school on Monday and told my friends about this, no one, absolutely no one, would believe me. But, you know, I knew it was happening and that's all I cared about.She was making my dick feel so good, licking, sucking, running her tongue all around the head, then holding my dick while she spit on her palm and ran it all around over the top just making me feel so good. Then back onto me sucking me. K., here we are at the airport-you grab the suitcase while I sort out the tickets." Oh Janice, isn't that the most beautiful sunrise. Can you stand by the car while I take the first photo." No Bob, this is your special trip, let me take a 'before' picture."The pep talk had done me good. We were both quite relaxed as we walked through the terminal. I picked up a copy of Cosmopolitan at the magazine stand while Janice checked our big bag through. The gal behind the counter gave me a knowing. When I never really liked playing with dolls as a child, I probably should have known then that I was different. I was different even though I had the almost idyllic Saturday Evening Post family life. I had a hard working masculine father figure, who worked two jobs so that his wife could raise three kids.He was the kind of man that in the back of her mind every little girl and young woman hopes to have as a lover. Like any other, so called, normal girl I had more than one dream where the man.