He takes my hand and his eyes meet mine. They look like he is in pain. "No, I am not gay or bisexual. I just fantasize about being in that position so...etimes - with you doing it to me. Not all the time, just sometimes."He sits back down beside me on the couch. What follows is one of the most intimate, revealing conversations we have ever had. I thought his man-in-charge alpha-male persona came so easily to him - was ingrained in him. It turns out, it isn't always so easy for him, but someone he. “Comfortable.” she remarked. “I like it.” Jeanine got up off the bed and walked over to the window. On the way, she finished her wine and put her cup on the bureau as she passed it. I drank my remaining wine, put my cup on the table next to the bed, and walked up behind her. I put my hand on her hip and told her that there wasn’t much of a view, just a large cornfield on the other side of the parking area. “Do you like girls, Mike?” she asked as she turned towards me. “Absolutely. I like. ” I laughed too and said “Yea, well, I hate to have this hard cock go to waste!” I kept stroking his cock and was feeling torn inside between wanting to be safe and wanting to feel him fuck me again. “But we can’t do it,” I said, mainly to convince myself. “We should just get dressed and go.” But I continued stroking his cock and he said “You don’t really want to do that, do you?” “No, I don’t,” I moaned, “but we really shouldn’t….” and I willed myself to just let his cock go. But I couldn’t. He thought as much of his paternal grandparents, but they had been much older, and not as much a part of his life. They had both passed away not long after his parents had been killed.She was smiling up at him, and patted the bed next to her. "Come to me, Sweetheart. Take me in your arms and hold me. I want to feel you next to me, beside me, and, most of all, on top of me, and inside of me. I want to taste your sweetness, and feel the heat of your body. I want to make you a part of me, and.