If that was true, shethought, then she should have been here at least an hour ago.She made herself a sandwich, and wondered if the new girl wasalright... All she wanted to do was give her the bank-cards, andsay goodbye. But instead of laughing her way out of the door shewas beginning to worry about where she, Jon, had got to. She made herself a sandwich and tried to think it through,but there was no way to get lost between getting out of theclinic and getting a taxi to the flat. Sure, Jon. There was already food on the table and a bottle of wine in a bucket.We began to eat and I’m telling him stories about what is going on with me recently. I told him about my boyfriend, and he was surprised to find out that I was gay.He didn’t know I was gay and so did my dad. I forgot for a moment that I was speaking to my uncle, a friend of my dad’s. I asked him not to tell my dad, he said yes. After that he was asking stuff about my gay lifestyle. Not in an offensive way, but with curiosity.. She pulled me to her body and her soft tongue parted my lips as she passionately kissed me. The bitch was horny and she clearly needed a nice cock to fuck.I grabbed her nice round buttocks and felt her nipples hardening against my chest. Camilla then quickly led me to her bedroom…She quickly pulled off the t-shirt revealing her naked, freshly shaved pussy.Then she got onto the bed. I knew what she wanted, so I quickly stripped off my clothes and stepped close to the bed at her feet. I started. What does it feel like to be so comfortable with yourself you can make out in such public places? What would it feel like to do it? Could I/Would I/Should I try to find a man tonight to try this thought on? Why am I not comfortable dressed up like this? Even I must admit I do look pretty good tonight. I feel myself starting to get aroused at the turn of my thoughts. I wonder, if for just one night I could become the person I wonder about. I'm on the pill so nothing to bad could happen. I ponder.