‘It was a slip, so there’s nothing to talk about, hon. Would you feel better if I told you it won’t happen again?’ Something was telling me th...t it was more than just a slip. But then, what was the reason for his kissing me? We were both attracted to each other, but was there something more on his part? No, if he had an interest…what would he do? I had no way of knowing. Was he fighting his emotions for the same reason as I was? I wanted it to happen again….and again and again. I wanted him.. U can Trust me. Waiting to hear from u all. Please mail me your response to my mail id—> The following story is fantasy of mine. I hope u like it and forgive me for the mistakes that might have been committed. So enjoy the story my friends. As I walked home from school I thought of what might happen tonight at my party. It was my 18th birthday and Mom had letting me have a dance party down in the basement. I had invited just three couple’s and my girlfriend Smitha over so we would have plenty. It was dinner time but no dinner was being prepared. Mom was still on the couch, apparently asleep. She had rolled to her side and her skirt was up so that her panty covered hip was showing. Jerry and I found some left overs in the fridge that we warmed and ate. Jerry then went to his room as he usually did after dinner.I checked on mom again. She was still asleep so I covered her with a blanket and went to my room where I lay on the bed and read. I must have lost track of time because. Klavierstein paused in thought for a moment before replying. "Boys," he said, "a little humiliation is good for you. It teaches, er, humility." He pointed to Brad. "Even you, faggot. Besides, how do you expect the girls to work out if you don't do your parts?" May I add something?" said Mrs. Fredashay. "You boys are almost all heavier than any of the girls. Yet none of the girls ever complained when it's their turn to be sub."The girls all shouted, "Right!" and then all broke out.