I’mnot bi-sexual, so as Paul, I’m more asexual than anything, but as Paula,I am strongly attracted to men. So, to answer your question, no, I don�...�tthink of myself as gay, it's more complicated, more fluid than justbeing gay, or straight, or even bi-sexual. Does that make any sense?”I thought for a moment and nodded. “I think so, Paul.”We were both quiet for a while, looking out through the glass. A cockpigeon was following a hen along the window sill with his chest allpuffed up, but she was. I wanted to get fucked so badly, I liked how rough he was. He squeezed my tits and sucked on my nipples. ‘Oh, Ty, please, oh. Oh, please fuck me. Ahh, yeah,’ I moaned as he was biting my breasts.He pulled my crotch to his and he rubbed himself firmly against my wet underwear. He started humping my pussy and his briefs were getting wet with his pre cum. He humped me hard as he stuck his tongue in my mouth again.‘You like that, baby,’ he said between our kiss.‘Ooh, yeah. Give it to me,’ I. "Remove your skirts." Oh, God," went through my head, and probably the others as well. Most of us wore a blouse and skirt, and the skirts quickly dropped to the floor and were taken out of the way. We stood there naked from the waist down, though a lot was covered up by our shirttails. However, most of the attention was given to the three girls who had worn dresses. They wanted to ask what they should do, but thought better of it. They fumbled with their dresses while hoping someone would save. After about 2 more minutes the darkness he created in the gap was replaced by light the whole length of the gap in the door and I could no longer hear the breathing so I knew he was gone. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and I was trying to calm myself down. Once I managed to I stepped outside my room to make sure he wasn’t there and I just caught the 3 builders leaving for the third day but didn’t get even as much as a glance from the pervert as he walked out my front door. .