It hadn’t come up in the conversations we’d had on Sunday mornings, but we weren’t a couple nor did I think we could be a couple, so it wasn’t...a big deal.“I just don’t want any miscommunication between you and me because she goes to Saint Michael!”“I appreciate it, but you’re having dinner at her house to say ‘goodbye’, not going out on a date. And, as I said, she’s leaving, so even a date wouldn’t really have bothered me. The recent promise was only about Angie.”And it had worked exactly as I. I have to admit that it is a nice feeling to know exactly where you stand with someone and that they are willing to accept you regardless of the situation. To know that I can still be deserving of someone else's affections even with all that is going on in my life. She knows that I still can not push thoughts of him from my mind and yet, she accepts it and still presses on with me. She continues to come visit me, stay with me, talk to me like young lovers should and there is never any question. Of course he wanted me to model for him again, this I was very happy to do just as long as my knickers stayed on in front of his lens; I think open legs shots are not very photogenic.Ok let move on, oh yes you'll like this one, the first time and only time, I had two guys at once. I was seeing this guy, a second year student, who had a flat outside the campus, which he shared with this other guy. No I can't remember either or their names now, one might have been called Tom, or Bill. Anyway we. I leaned in to kiss her neck, her head still pointed down, the water hitting her back. She gripped my dick tightly and rubbed her wet hands up and down, lengthening it like one would taffy. But this wasn’t taffy, taffy was sticky; I was slick and hard, looking for a place to go and hide. I traced my fingers down her back, and pressed the length of the dildo into the middle of her back. I slid it down slowly until I had it pressed between her ass. I pushed it deeply, a black hotdog between a.