‘Yes, once, some years ago.’ She paused, before continuing, ‘We were rather drunk. I’m more into men, I don’t think a girl can satisfy me, t...ey miss the proper equipment, you know. But then we were drunk and she was really into me, and me feeling horny too I just went with the flow, you know. Curiosity.’ ‘Did you enjoy it?’ ‘Mostly, yes. It was strange, mostly. I didn’t know what to do, really. But in the end it was a nice experience.’ ‘I see.’ ‘I don’t want to disturb you but I have to say. ‘Every inch of you is perfect.’ I smiled, nervously. He kneeled down, pulling me down with him. I lay down on my back and he lay down beside me. He brought his hand to my face and lightly caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. With one finger, he traced a line from the valley between my breasts and stopped between my legs. He slipped one finger inside me and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Moments later, I felt a second finger slip inside me and then another and I could no longer. The kitchen windows were directly across from my bedroom windows. My shades were partly down and I could only see her from the waist up as I lay on my bed. She was wearing a plain white blouse with a couple buttons undone. I imagined I saw the swell of her cleavage. I felt so sexually aroused looking at the woman who said it was OK to play with myself. Looking at the woman who said it was OK to think of her. Emboldened, I took off my shorts. My seven inch thick cock with sparse hair around it. She had also spread out the rest of my stuff on my bed. I nearly died on the spot, before I recovered enough to scream at her and try to grab all the clothes. She hung onto some of it and hid it behind her back. “Give them back, you shouldn‘t have done fucking done that. I thought you were my friend. Friends don‘t do this.”I was red with shame and terrified that she would tell everyone what she had found. She laughed, easily beating off my efforts to retrieve my clothes.“Calm down, José. I.