"Wait for me at the school gates," she said, "and you can walk me home."I waited for ten minutes before I decided that she was winding me up, she was ...robably getting her own back for me turning her down last week. I swore all the way home."Sorry I took so long last week," she said when she had sat down even closer to me, so close that I could feel the heat from her naked thighs. "I washed my hair and it took ages to dry." Oh," I said my mind in a spin, so perhaps it wasn't a wind up after. We would just make each other feel wonderful, then stop. We always ended our love sessions with my kissing her girl penis, and her kissing the head of my boy penis good-bye. Somehow we just knew this must be what married people did. At age 11 I had my first gay experience when one of the neighbor boys came over to my house for a sleepover. We shared the big bed in the guest room, and when we were sure my parents were asleep we both would get naked and. Even his jewelry named him a girl, his necklaceliterally, and he was carrying a purse with a woman's wallet inside.When walking around the mall he realized that people could still tell hewas a guy, but not all the time, especially when surrounded by thesorority girls. As he walked he felt and heard his heels click on themall floor, the straps of his bra against his body and the weight of hischest. He got a little dizzy and asked to sit down, and the girlsquickly agreed. The stopped at a coffee. Dave pulled my wife up, and instead of taking her into the bedroom and closing the door behind them he instead bent her over our table and thrust his cock into her pussy from behind. I stood a few feet away watching this man's dick hammer my wife. He was grunting, and he shot his load inside her. My wife had always told me not to cum inside her, although I had on occasion, I usually would pull out and cum in my hand so I could wash it away. As Dave emptied his load inside my wife's pussy, she.