’ ‘Only if you admit that you are a dirty old woman too.’ ‘Let me get your e-mail and I’ll send you one of the ones that I am just about to ...elease. No one has read it yet.’ ‘Doesn’t your husband read them?’ ‘No, he doesn’t know that I write things like this. He knows I write about cooking and gardening and they don’t interest him.’ I grinned, ‘But he might be interested in your more erotic ones.’ ‘Probably not since he would recognize himself in most of them. A lot of my stories are based on. I was going to go put my thong on then I thought a bit late they’d already seen everything so we sat there drinking our beers and it wasn’t the young men going past on there scooters either.We hadn’t quite finished them when the waiter brought us the same again and in his broken English he told us they were off the 2 old gentlemen for making there day we smiled and waved and thanked them. As we sat and drank I moved slightly sliding in my sit so they could see my pussy again they were both. I even had the same name,though Francis is a gender-neutral name. There were the pictures of mybrother's wedding, except instead of me being a groomsman I was wearinga bridesmaid's dress. Strangely enough, the only thing that didn't seemto change was my sexual orientation, as none of my pictures with girls Ihad dated were swapped out with guys, or they had disappearedaltogether.So did that mean my sexual orientation hadn't changed? I opened a taband looked up my favorite celebrity to ogle,. Michael said “ jesus christ you fucking whore “ as he grabbed me and threw me on my back. He said “ you want my cock bitch?, you want to get fucked by my big hard cock huh is that what you want? I didn’t answer right away and he slapped my face ( playfully but hard enough ) and said answer me you fucking slut! I said “ yes, yes I want you to fuck me with your big hard cock, I’m your whore. Fuck me , please fuck me. Make me your whore. Michael played right along but I could sense that he was.