As she started reading, I rolled over and picked up my coffee and put my hand on her thigh. I was slowly just moving my fingers about while keeping my...hand in place, a light stroke here, a bit of pressure there all while sipping at my coffee and trying to act as nonchalantly as possible. After a couple of minutes of this, I leant over and put my coffee down, ‘accidentally’ sliding my hand further up her thigh before I had to remove it. Of course, when I returned my hand I found I had placed it. "Where's Melissa?" I asked."Downstairs having her breakfast, I popped my head in earlier you twoseemed so comfortable so I let you lie," she said.A blush started to cross Geroge's face as he passed Aunt Karen and headedout the door. "Ok I'll just get dressed and join you," I said, "you want anybreakfast," she asked,"Eh some toast and coffee will do me fine," I said."Ok see you downstairs," and with that she left.I got up and changed into the spare set of clothes, I had packed for anemergency.. The spots I went to were visited by either gay men or straight/bi men. The gay men of course had no interest in me. The bi men though, many of them were my age and older. Many were married. Many had a non existent sex life at home. Almost all kept what they did quiet and were just as worried about people who knew them finding out. So although it was scary it also felt safe in a weird way.Although with most there was very little, if any, talking, some you got to know, at least a little. Even the. I was just explaining to her how it all feels. To which she asked me if my girlfriend smoked up. I said no. She kept thinking and dropped a bomb on me and asked me if I had ever made out while high. I said yes but only I was high not my girlfriend. Then she started asking me how you feel while making out high.I explained a bit that it feels better it feels relaxing and all. In between talking she mentioned that her dad was quite strict in all that manner and never let her come in contact with.