It looks like you have been fucking each other. Explain why I might be mistaken. If it had been Polly who had walked in what would she have thought? T...at you’d been knitting?”Mike’s face had gone from being white with fear, to red with embarrassment and back to white again. “I-I-I’ll g-g-go and g-g-get dressed,” he said but Anne wasn’t having any of that.“No you don’t, if you don’t want me to tell Polly about this, and I don’t think she would be very pleased with you if I did, then the least. “It’s half past eleven now. You go home and get your best dress on and be back here in twenty minutes. Then we will get there before it gets busy.” He used his manager-giving-orders voice and she got out of the car without a word. After she left he mused, Looks pretty submissive to me. That is if she comes back promptly.Just nineteen minutes later she slipped quietly into the passenger seat and said, “I hope I’m not late? It isn’t the lunch, and we don’t have to go to the Lisboa; we can just go. I guess at the time I preferred the "bi" label. I just wasn't ready to accept I was gay. I mean, I dated girls in high school and kept my high school girlfriend when college started. We would make love and I actually asked her to marry me. I guess that's how I justify my so-called bi status today.Still, I was about to discover if I had to give her up in exchange for male to male sex, it would be a no-brainer. I would choose a man over her. Fortunately, she hasn't put me that test and I doubt. Your sighs and moans fill the van as your hand moves from my crotch to your top. You undo a number of buttons on your top so I can see the side of your breast. The sight of you sitting with your feet on the dashboard, your dress lifted to your waste and your top open enough for me to see the entire side of your breast is so very sexy. I am so turned on by it. I want you so bad. It almost hurts to see you massage your breasts… pinch your nipples… twisting them, pulling them. I need relief. I.