The conversation then became more personal, slowly slipping into the sexual arena. He asked, "Do they have gay men in Minn-e-a-po-lis?"I laughed, "Of ...ourse, its not the North Pole."He continued, "And are you gay?"My expression dropped, I wasn't sure how to really answer that one. He noticed and said, "No, no, no, I have stepped outside of decorum." "No, its OK, it's a question I often ask myself." Well, I 'am' gay!" he proudly said. "And I am tested often for everything!" he actually winked at. Please try to be strong for him and help him see that he can go on and not get sucked into his work.I wish I could know when he's going to give you this letter, and I know when he does, it's going to be hard for both of you. Know that I love you and will watch over you.Now let me tell you some of the history of my family, and what I know of your father's as I'm sure he's not going to tell you. We lived in..."Dani read the letter and knew most of what was said in it. Her father had told her as. Thinking quickly, I pushed Veronica back, flipped her over and asked her to get on all fours. She did so, then looked back at me, curious. I didn't have protection, but I wasn't planning on going all the way either way, tonight. Unbuckling her belt, I loosened her jeans enough to pull them down to her knees along w/ her undershorts. Stuffing my mouth and tongue as far into her crack as I could, she gasped loudly as I began long, coarse licks up and down across her fuzzy love mound. Veronica's. We tend to get up early and work in the fields, take it easy during the heat of the afternoon and then put in a few more hours in the late afternoon before calling it a day.It had been a long day and I was tired. My sisters were laying around in the family room watching an old movie on the VCR after dinner while I sat on the sofa reading a book. We did not have much left in the way of clothes because we have all grown up so much nothing fit us any more. Mom was the only one who usually was.