He said if he wanted him to. She told him she would luv to hear about them.When they got in the apartment she asked him if he ever fantasized about ha...ing sex with his teacher and he said he did, he couldn't help it. She told them that was nothing to be ashamed of all boys have fantasies like that. She told him, my penis wasn't very big and she had fantasies of having of having younger black men with larger penises that got really hard for her as she started undressing. She asked him if his was. ‘You’re right,’ she began, ‘I do like you, and that should be the only thing that matters. I want it to be like that. And you’re right about that we might not meet again. I might have regrets about what we’re about to do, but I know I’ll have more regrets if we don’t.’ Before I could reply she kissed me again, this time more passionately. Her tongue reached in to touch mine, but it was her lips that did most of the work. Just as quickly as she kissed me, she pushed her body off me and rolled. I guess we were attracted to the military discipline and order, or the fact that we were always in close proximity to women; some of them very beautiful women. At the time I was a very feminine beautiful twenty-nine year old. Despite my good looks I was a lesbian through and through. I had dozens of short term relationships but never found that “perfect” women. That’s before I met Gretchen my lesbian lover of thirty-one years now. Gretchen was a cute, nineteen year old very physically fit. She pressed her body next to his and freely rubbed her tits against him. The elasticity of the flexible bandage was still holding firm leaving his cock tucked in place. Again his body was betraying him as he felt his cock try to harden as he was being stimulated by this stranger. He was pretty sure it wasn’t Rosa as the breasts seemed smaller. But given his temporary bindings, he wasn’t quite sure of anything. All he knew was his cock was trying to swell and it hurt from the restrictive.