I knew my father was a homophobe when he would berate my mother for teaching me how to cook and bake, saying it would turn me gay."I really didn't nee... to hear you say it like that. Do you know how many from our old school have contacted me asking if it's true? I called bullshit and had that sent to me. It's disgusting." You just sound jealous I'm getting laid all weekend. How long has it been for you? Eight months?" I taunt."Nine and that's your fault for fucking my girlfriend!" It's your. We also discussed our long-term options and decided that completing school locally was the top priority for both Wendy and I. We all agreed that we could not carry on, sexually, at the rate we were currently enjoying, as there were other things in life that were important. It was decided that from when we got home we would return to sleeping in our own rooms on a regular basis and only get together occasionally. I wasn't sure whether to be pleased about this or not, I could see that keeping up. Foundation quickly hid any residual trace of my beard shadow andpowder and blusher brought a nice contouring to my face. Brown and creameye-shadow and lashings of mascara and eye-liner gave me smoky,smouldering eyes. My brows were a little bushy, but, with a judicious oftheatrical pan-stick and an eyebrow pencil they were somewhat reduced. (Iheard Nancy muttering "they will look better after plucking." Again anervous shudder ran through me; just what was I getting into).A light brown, shoulder. No need to wait or lube up, I was alway wet enough for both of us. He paused a moment then asked "How bad do you want me?" I wanted him so bad I ached with the longing. but when I moved to thrust back down on his cock his hands held my hips right above the tip. (Remember I'm usually quiet) I let go of all the control I normally possess and begged, "Fuck me now, hard and deep" He grinned "How do you want it babe?" "Hard and Deep, oh fast, do it now!" He didn't wait another moment,.