Meanwhile Debbie was absolutely clueless on what this was doing to horny bi sexual me. She may as well have brought me to a regular strip joint. It ...as hard to hide how excited I was getting.Debbie took my hand. "Are you OK?" she asked with a concerned look on her face.(Oh, no! Think Lori boy, THINK!)Then it came to me. "I'm offended!" I answered."Offended?" replied Debbie."This hussy is sexualizing all of us trans-gender folk!" Debbie started to rub my right arm with both her hands. . Still smells great. He moves one hand to the back of my head, gently cradles it. God, if this is another tease… “You had that hungry look in your eye,” says Rupert. “You didn’t need to say anything; it’s a look I know well. Leaving you last night was not easy. But we had our instructions.” I gulp and decide to stop looking at the floor. I raise my eyes to his, smile a little. Don’t let yourself go, Emma. You don’t know where this is going. He moves a little closer. Not touching, but. ”I’d also put Connie and Anthony on my list of people I didn’t like, but I wasn’t about to mention them to Bethany.“Becky’s mom and Kara’s former pastor. I can see why you would feel that way about them. You never hated Becky, though. Or Jennifer. And they probably hurt you more than anyone but me.”“Sweetheart, if it’s a contest, Jennifer beats you hands down. Easily. But it’s not a contest. Everything that happened is water under the bridge. Our life together starts over today. And after this. She cocked an eyebrow, but her eyes were smiling. ‘Adorable?’ came her response. ‘Absolutely adorable!’ Greg exclaimed, before babbling nervously on, ‘Not just stroke-able but highly kissable as well!’ Suddenly there was hardness in her eyes. ‘So kind!’ she replied, but now she was clearly unsure whether this was a spontaneous reaction on his part or whether he was some sort of pervert who regularly accosted women to compliment them on their backsides.‘I’m sorry’, continued Greg, now clearly on.