I have a pretty face and a good figure but that isn't enough. My reputation through the gossip channels went like this: "Mindi's convictions have the ...ame effect on guys as cold swimming pools have on penises." Ha ha.My coming out experience will be revealed soon, but I first must tell you about my parents.My father is in retail management. He's Mr. Clean. So if I'm the acorn, I did not fall far from my Dad's tree. Mom is a top salesperson with an insurance agency. She lives a super wholesome. "With tits that taste like rootbeer!" Danny giggled and I frowned at them."Shut-up," I said."You're so full of it, Matt." Ricky slugged me in the arm."Fuck you!" I punched him in the thigh."Knock it off back there!" Mrs. Hailey, our English teacher, turned around from the whiteboard she was writing on. "Mr. Ford, is there a problem?"She was staring at me and I shook my head."Good ... Now, the difference between a simile and a metaphor is..."Blah blah blah ... I shoulda known better than to tell. .. they happened to be a light beige, and there was a very noticeable wet spot showing through right where my hard pressed dick was laying. "Fuck!" I said as I stood there looking down at myself. There was no way in hell that Jill hadn't seen that! Opening the door that connected the bathroom to our room, I immediately went inside stripping off my now ruined shorts and fished out an entirely different pair. These, a dark blue and a bit baggier than I actually cared to wear. But under the. “I can fookin’ see why!” Saoirse exclaimed while I pounded her luscious gash, reveling in the silky slickness of it.“Including your arse?” I asked Lynne, deliberately using a more Anglophile term to humor my current intimate partner.“God yes! I’d have laid myself out on a Satanic altar for you, if you asked that of me! I’d pay any price to be yours ... any price at all!” Lynne confessed while spreading Saoirse’s cheeks to lick her crack.“Tell me about it! Mark is a fucking dream, even if he is.