I happened to be reading and book by the same author that she had finished a few weeks before. Our conversation flowed very easily. She was very intro...pective, intelligent, and well-spoken. I was embarrassed that I had written her off in my mind as a dumb blond girl. And so our weeks passed by, discussing books mostly, and casually learning just a bit more about one another. One random week, I had finished reffing a soccer game and stopped in the office to turn in the score sheets before I. It is deep and passionate. She pulls away suddenly and says, “I must smell about as awful as you.”Eric begins unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ll make sure to scrub every crevice then.” He doesn’t know why he gives into this. Maybe it’s because of the conversation he had with his brother earlier or maybe it could be a dream and she is right about making the most of it. Or if this is real, how can he pass up an opportunity like this. He is only human after all. Or at the very least, he is only a man.... But so far I had no indication that he’d reciprocate. What to do?I shook my head a little bit, and tried to "straighten" up my thoughts by talking about the hot, busty redhead currently on the screen, sucking the guy off with her big pendulous tits dangling down. Both of us agreed she was beautiful, and wished we could be that lucky guy in the movie. Ron said, "God, I wish that was my cock in her mouth, instead of his.” And I formed a mental image of his cock sliding into a mouth. But not. Not at first. "But guess I did grow up as a sissy. I was sickly as a baby and I grew up smaller and weaker than the other boys. I was never able to engage in the games and sports that make boys into men. I grew up small and effeminate. Everybody told me I was a pretty boy." Robin smiled and took a sip of coffee. Satan could sense a little of the pain behind the smile. He could imagine how tough it must have been for the young sissy, struggling with his identity. "I kind of drifted into.