‘What do you want, Clara?’ You, I thought. I want you to touch me. I want you to take this dress off and feel my skin. I want your lips all over m... body, exploring every inch of me. I want you to do whatever you want with me. I closed my eyes, and murmured back, ‘I want you to kiss me.’ … Nothing. ‘Please?’ I whispered against his mouth. ‘… Sir?’ And with that, our lips collided. His were the softest I’d ever kissed- actually, they were only the second lips I’d ever kissed. But I knew that I. I would go back and forth a couple of times. Same scene every Sunday morning. Meanhwhile, it seemed that seeing my mom's pussy or breasts was impossible, some kind of verboten activity; while my sister was allowed inside her bedroom while my mom was getting dressed and ready for work, it was absolutely out of the question that I be there too. Which got me thinking that there ought to be something really nasty about women's sexy bits. Like I was reminded before I was even old enough to go to. ”“You just DO,” I said. “Like when you tested for your private license and they pulled that ‘emergency landing’ thing. It’s YOUR plane. You just take charge and DO it...”“But I watch you and Wally and there’s a lot of steps...”“Oh, don’t give me that ‘it’s too complex’ crap, Doctor Granger...”Giggle. “Well, yeah, but it’s things you have to remember and you have to have a feel for...”“So how’d the news go around the office?”“Which office? 3Sigma or Auburn?”“All of ‘em.”“You need to up your. During this time Roger stood, dropped his pants and untied the sash on his smoking jacket. Mike gasped at the sight of Roger’s cock in its leather straps. Roger climbed up onto the couch and stood over Mike, steadying himself by touching the wall. Roger offered his cock to be worshipped. Mike grabbed Roger by both ass cheeks and pulled him forward. He apparently had no gag reflex at all, because it appeared to me that he swallowed Roger to the root on every thrust. With my two male lovers.