‘Don’t get ahead of yourself, Mom. I only just met her. But if it will cheer you up, I was just on my way out the door to have brunch at her house...’ Tom said brightly. ‘Oh well, then I won’t keep you. Have a good time and call me when you’re back. I want to hear all about it.’ ‘OK, Mom. Talk to you later. Say hi to Dad. Bye!’ Tom hung up, grateful the call was short, but knowing he’d get the third degree when he called her back. He would delay that call for as long as possible. He glanced at. I had only just created my bucket list—for those of you who are unaware of this fact, I recently started doing all the things I told myself I would one day do, only to put them off over and over again—and one of the first items on the list was: Ride a horse.I have a vague recollection of riding a pony when I was a kid, but the instructor—if you can even call her that—basically walked alongside us, holding the reigns and leading me around the circular arena. This did not, in my opinion, count as. I stayed. Tracy leaned over me and brought her face closer to mine. I could tell that something was going to happen that went against everything that I have ever experienced. She came closer and brought her pout lips to mine. I let out a startled moan. It felt so weird to have her lips against mine. But, at the same time it felt oddly really good. No, what am I saying I am not into women. I reached up and tried to push her off of me, but instead . "Well, Tina and I have a lot more in common than you think." I said."What? No way, let me see."I blushed as I took her hand, placing it under my dress. Her eyes gotbig as she felt the base of my cock tucked back into the crotch of mypanties. "But umm, I'm still kind of a virgin," I admitted to her."How can you be kind of a virgin?" I've never done it with a guy before," I blushed. "I never even gotpenetrated back there. But I, well I found myself wanting to with Timand well he keeps saying not.