Although the poem she was reading was a love sonnet, she didn’t have the feeling that the man was her lover. Instead, they were discussing the poem,...and the man had a sad, faraway look in his eye as she read a particular passage to him. As quickly as it had appeared, the vision vanished. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. She was surprised to realize that she was breathing normally, and instead of feeling distressed, she felt happy, peaceful, safe. She sat up and studied the photo. Whilst that is somewhat true, my shy, introverted personality somewhat collides with that. If you get to know me, I am a straight man that is very secure in his masculinity. I love women. I have been since middle school when puberty hit me with an uppercut to the jaw. However, a funny story happened. When I was in college, I thought about something. I never thought about males. How did this come about? Well...I was on the internet when I saw a dating/chat room. I was lonely. I was horny. I. Peyton eyed her father reproachfully. ‘But what about Caleb?’ she whispered. ‘I can’t leave him here.’ Daniel and Lola exchanged telling glances that told Peyton that they must’ve had this conversation before. ‘Well,’ Daniel began tentatively, ‘Caleb won’t likely be able to get into a university somewhere this late in the game, not unless he goes to a technical school or community college. If he decides to take that route that would keep him here in Hamish, which is fine by us.’ Daniel shifted. She closed her eyes, threw her head back and all I could hear was a long low “Mmmmmmmmmm”. She bent over backwards and laid on her desk. Then she spread her legs wider allowing my fingers to find those extra sensitive spots. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. As I felt her getting hotter, I probed my index and middle fingers deeper >and deeper inside her, moving them in and out faster and faster. Each time she let out a groan of pleasure and undulated her hips. I did not want either of.