Exactly. Well I go out there, looking amazing andeverything, and he's in the bed and watching TV. He's barely payingattention me."I continued, "So I g... up next to him, and I'm like climbing on him,kissing his neck and everything, and he's sort of getting into it. Andthen he gets like all weird all of a sudden. Basically, he likes fatgirls. That's what I think. He couldn't handle the new me. But it'slike a sickness in his head. I was like that too before- I mean youremember, I was actually OK. My sense of otherness had, as I realized just after my sixteenth birthday, a specific cause. While my friends chatted endlessly about the senior boys in the First’s rugby team, I found myself developing a crush on their classmate and head girl, Sarah.I can still see her now, olive skinned and dark haired, standing speaking in school assemblies dressed in her black school blazer, white shirt, and black and white tartan skirt; so composed, calm and drop dead gorgeous.Sarah’s love life was the. Everything from gagging you with my cock to pissing over you.”She blushed but didn’t say anything. I slowly undid the buttons of her blouse and groped at her pink bra covered breasts. I told her to get undressed and I myself stripped off. She had the most amazing body, making my cock twitch as I looked at her.I pulled her close and kissed her passionately, my lust getting the better of me. I pulled my head away from her and pushed her shoulders down. She got the hint and got to her knees in. “Yes, now run to the guest room,” I said almost whispering and getting seductive. With no more questions, Adam ran to the guest room. After a minute he came back with a black bra in his hand. It was one of my favorite and fitted really nice around my boobs. When Adam was going to the guest room his cock was soft, and now when he came back… his cock was hard and getting harder. I smiled, as I looked at his hard cock. “I think you have figured out why I asked you to get my bra,” I said, as Adam.