Then I went to the kitchen and brought out one course after another. While we ate we talked about school and going to MIT.When we finished desert Angi... helped me take the dishes from the sideboard and put them into the dishwasher.We went into her sitting room and sat on the couch. For a while we just sat there holding each other. Not saying anything, just basking in the warmth of our love.Angie began to softly kiss my face, my lips, my cheeks, my jaw. She moved to my neck and began to unbutton. It must have made them mad because we didn't acknowledge them so they said to my boyfriend that they were gonna fuck me when he wasnt around and they ran over and slapped my ass because I was wearing a tiny skirt that was short enough where they could see a bit of my ass. We kept walking and we walked around the park and back to our home about 2 hours later. When we returned just outside our door the 2 homeless men were there. They told me to go over to them and my boyfriend let me but watched. THE COMEDY OF ALTERNATIVE SEXUALITYI used to wonder and to worryThat I might be gay,For how else, I would ask myself,Could I explain my fascinationWith cocks and ballsInstead of tits and ass?But now that I date a shemale,Such anxieties are long past,For she has both tits and assAnd cock and balls in whichI delight without dismay,At peace as much as in love,Now God's in his heavenAnd all's right with the world.PORNOGRAPHIC PRECEDENTSThe pulp novels of the fiftiesFocused on lesbian loveAnd. Even your little cunny is perfect.” “DAD.” JJ squirmed. “The girls at school say pussy. No one says….that word.” Daddy’s hand traveled down her belly to the waistband of her shorts and slipped between her legs, his hand covering her slit completely. “And what would you and your friends be talking about for you to know so much about what the right term is?” JJ, realized her mistake, her face flushing. “Just girl stuff,” she muttered, turning her face into daddy’s shoulder. One of his fingers.