"Derek, this is Marjory. Before I can make up my mind about you, I need to know more about these other girls. Give me their names, addresses and phone...numbers, so that I know who they are. I need to speak with them. This will help me to consider them as individuals, not just names."After some humming and hawing, Derek acquiesced and imparted the information requested. She had set her phone to record the call, so did not need pen and paper. Derek appealed to her: "Marjory, I am relying on you. "Lauren?" he quietly asked."Only if you are Dimitri" she replied, smiling out of nervousness.He reached out a hand along the rail, covering a bit more than half the distance between them and waited, not yet looking at her. She extended her hand along the rail until they touched. Dimitri put his hand over hers and tentatively grasped it, squeezing gently. When she did not pull back he turned to look at her. He saw a middle-aged woman with shoulder-length brown hair and a pretty face, attractive. She also was very attractive. In fact, would become the Homecoming Queen at the university that she attended.George decided to get his service obligation out of the way before he went to college. While still in boot camp, sixty-eight days after Jean had told him that they would always be an item, he received a "Dear John" letter explaining that Jean had decided that two years was a very long time. She would date. She suggested that he do too. In the service? Fat chance. Only those who have. It felt strange, wanking another man’s cock. “Mmm, that’s nice”, said Bill. Bill sat up and said, “this your first time?” “Yes,” I said, “How did you know?” “I just guessed,” said Bill, “so you’re a virgin?” It sounded a bit frightening. “I suppose I am, well when it comes to doing it with a man,” I replied. Bill smiled and said, “want me to fuck you arse?” It was then that I confessed about how aroused I had become reading letters from gay men, or at least about their exploits..