I just wonder what it would be like," I responded."Must be the clothes," commented Mrs. Benson.Am I gay I wondered, or do I really want to be a girl?T...e practice room was one of the classrooms in a building near thelodge. None of the boys showed up. It was my guess that the sectionalstook longer than they thought.After a good practice, Mrs. Benson and I retired to our cabin for a restbefore supper.When we got up, Mrs. Benson suggested that we take a shower and getdressed in our underwear and. I pulled myself up to her and began to kiss her breasts, my tongue running along them, I began to kiss her nipple, sucking on it, enjoying the heat of her skin, and the moans my over eager kisses elicted. She held my hands to her breasts, laughing and moaning, She was encouraging me, urging me on, urging me to explore my dormant lesbianism. Her hands moved down to the hem of my sweatshirt and pulled it off. We were now chest to chest, naked. Our hard nipples poking each other, breast to. Without a single word back my fists dig into bright pink night gown, tearing it at the seam. Little did she know I'd thought about her for hours this morning. " You know better than that Nat." I chuckle cupping her now exposed body. The small dress, tore in half drops to the floor and I pick her frame up, letting it wrap around my much bigger one, Carrying her to the master-bathroom walking past my bedroom where we made love for the first time the night before. Memories fill my mind as we find. We were sitting at the bar, and eyeing this hot chick at a table across the room. I asked him what he thought she would do after a few more drinks. He said "Probably, almost anything we asked her to. Like Janet". (Janet is my wife). I asked him what he meant by that, and he immediately realized he might have spoken too soon, and clammed up. But he knew that my wife had done some screwing around, and after a few more drinks he told me the story.It seems that about a year ago before, he had been.