.if… he can except that this is sex, and nothing more, and can come out of his closet and admit that to himself that to him a male body is as attrac...ive as a female one, just for sex…if only he can overcome that public school ingrained attitude and enjoy life a little more freely, then we can share things out a more evenly, and we can all enjoy this freedom for a long time!” Tim sat bemused for a second then began to grin, “sorry, it`s my upbringing, as you say the school and so on, yes, I. "It seemed like this was more of a question than a statement and an odd air of anticipation hung over the room."Uh, yes, Sir," I stammered. "I'd like your help."Mr. Beechem handed me my wineglass. He smiled at me as he sat down. "I'm glad to hear it. Will you give yourself over to my guidance?" This seemed like an innocent question but the way that Mr. Beechem asked it, there seemed to be much more to it."Y-yes, Sir," I said, taking another drink of my wine as my throat seemed to have gone. A result like that isn't an accident. It's an outcome based ona theory. In more civilised times you couldn't test such a theory on acity full of people; in war time you can."I hated that I might be right. We were unquestionably the good guys inthis conflict, and the good guys are supposed to be better than that. Butthen it's been observed that no side ever comes out of any war withentirely clean hands. I wish it were otherwise."You seem very well-informed on the subject," said Helmut, looking. I notice you are only in short skirt and tank top. I am in jeans and a t shirt. Having ridden my bike to cum to see you I’m a little sweaty. I notice your nipples are very erect so I reach over and cup your tit in one hand and tweak the nipple with the other. I look you in the eye as I do this asking you if it feels good. You gasp a little saying absolutely. I repeat this to the other tit watching as you tilt your head back a little and moan. Your hands are rubbing your crotch slowly up n down..