Frankie knows he's gay, but for me, I know I enjoy dick, but I also enjoy pussy. Frankie is always telling me, I need to make up my mind. He says, you...either like dick, or you like pussy. That's easy for him to say, he knows he has always liked dick. Frankie just doesn't understand how I feel. I can't help I'm attracted to both sexes. I hear Frankie walking down stairs and I watch him walk out the door. He is still pissed at me over the conversation we had last night about me being attracted to. Laughing as he laced up a set of practice gloves, Dusty and Charles started sparing. While Dusty could tell that Charles would never be a terror with this he was making vast improvements over where he was two years ago. Given time he might really be good.Say twenty or thirty years?But training Suzan and Charles like he was allowed him to help them improve their form as well as let Dusty think of alternate ways to show them something and it created new ways for him to do it as well. It was true. "Except for the people who move back into town, that seems to be the maximum universe of our possible extraction population. We don't know yet how many of them are unwilling to participate. We don't know how many are unqualified. That's why scanning the CAP cards is critical."By the end of the night last night, the database had CAP card scans for a total of 167 adults and 53 students. We needed to get a lot, a lot more CAP cards scanned, and we don't have a lot of time. Jean came to the rescue. When you folded your arms under your breasts, no one could have accused you of pushing them slightly forward but you did. You continued to make the most casual of conversation. With your arms folded under your breasts like that, somehow or other, your thumb started to move, almost unnoticeably, across your nipple. I got hard as soon as that nipple did. It wasn’t hard to see when it began poking through the thin material of your camisole and blouse. My hand slid between your arms and your.