I start rummaging (quietly) through the nearby pantry and grabbing any packaged snacks I can put into my pockets when I hear something, I stop, and he...r it again, and again, and again. It sounds kinda mousy. I put my ear against the wall and there’s a faint muffled sounds coming from the room behind it. I put my jacket down on the counter, now in nothing but a wife beater and plain white T-shirt and jeans; I creep around the corner, knife drawn and in-hand. As I turn the corner the first thing. It's a bit chaste for what I'm seeing. How about... Eva?" Sheanswered for him with, "Yes, that's just right. Now let's get you backhome to my bedroom so you can eat as much as you want. Or rather, as muchas I want. You make a really yummy little lezzie, Eva." Feelingoverwhelmed, he followed his BBW wife out of the shop.******She allowed him a month to settle into his latest identity. He became hertotal bed slave, lapping her submissively, obviously not enjoying it thesame way he used to,. Pouring four brandies into snifters, he set them on a silver tray. Carrying the tray in one hand, he picked up a small humidor in the other and went into the Great Room.Anita had crawled off her husband’s lap and was sitting between John and Malcolm, though Caroline remained in Malcolm’s lap, though no longer straddling him. The men were gently cuddling their partners in anticipation of another bout. Anita was startled at the entrance of a fifth person and crossed her legs and pulled her top. . he could, and would, survive.Breaking up with Kevin or Vicky would kill him.Bobby looked across the park. Some boys he knew were playing basketball. They wore shorts, half were shirtless. If he was gay, that should excite him. He should find some of his fellow teen males cute, sexy, at least physically.He didn't.That, he thought, was the main reason the whole gay thing had not reared its head before now. While, yes, looking at boobs had not given him a boner, neither had looking at guys. As.