There was nothing special or interesting about it. Jessi saw the driver. The man was taller than Joe, but he was still weak looking. The man just conf...rmed to Jessi what she knew all along. The drawing in her school book was silly. The writer of her book was just wishful thinking about men. Jessi agreed that it would be nice if men were strong and healthy like women, but they just weren't. It was women who made things. It was women who were strong. Women worked the farms. Women built the. When we got to his place, he had me sit in a comfortable couch, as he sat on the opposite side of the room on a wooden chair.He turned on music and I relaxed moving my head back and forth.I opened my eyes to find him staring intently at me. Smiling, I slowly crawled across the floor and knelt between his knees. He looked at me very serious and asked if I was sure...Then I asked him just a simple kiss. He finally surrendered and lowered his head to kiss me. My breath shuddered a bit and he. But as I fucked Ursula for all I was worth and she orgasmed uncontrollably beneath me and still cried for more, restraint was impossible. I felt the warmth of the spunk rising within me and my cock tensed itself to force it into her. She seemed to sense the end was near because her legs, still locked behind me, flexed more violently than ever and forced me down onto her and into her as I gave a final desperate thrust. A huge blast of hot sticky cum gushed forth, followed by another and another. “Yes,” he finished, “I think you’re gay.”“You’re also a scientist and follow scientific methods. What evidence do you have that I’m gay? Have you seen me kissing another boy or indulging in gay sex?”“Well, not exactly.”“So why do you think I’m gay?”“I don’t know. It’s just that everything about you screams ‘gay’.”“Like the quality of my interior decorating? You’ve seen my room, haven’t you! And how about my hairdressing skills?” I ran my hand through my unruly mop of hair to emphasis just how.