All going well, I was just a few short minutes away from getting my fill of cock, but it wasn't going to be Bob's.Not giving him time to think, I grip...ed his shaft at the base and guided it down and between my legs. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held our naked chests together, my hard nipples pressed into his and his rigid cock moulding along the valley of my panty-covered slit and curving up behind to press into the cleft of my buttocks."How does that feel?" I tried my best to sound. Two girls could do that at any age, even into adulthood. They could hug and even kiss, too.If a boy much older than ten was seen showing physical affection toward another boy, he was given a derogatory name. They were called queer, faggot, or homo. They were shunned by members of their own gender and most of the female gender. In spite of my own feelings, I found myself accepting the distaste others displayed.I had close male friends who I might have wanted to hug and maybe even kiss but I. It's just that I recognized this 'Jekyll/Hyde' thing going on and knew that tomorrow (after the hang over) she would return to Dr. Jekyll: sweet, loving, funny. Since these Hyde episodes only occurred a few times a year, I just looked at them as a cross I had to bear.She was young. She had never sewed any wild oats. She never was with anyone else sexually. I told myself she was just letting off steam. I told myself that eventually she was going to screw around on me. If she got drunk and I. Just tell me if you can make it to the boat?" I'll make it."I motioned towards the door, but stayed at his side; in this state, he looked like he was about to fall over at each step. And he smelled completely rank; I couldn't believe that Wynne hadn't at least gotten him a bath before we left. I glared in her direction, but her unhappy expression when she looked at Anders was motherly, not angry. I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt until I knew exactly what had happened.It was a slow.