As I gained some practical experience about sex at my childhood, I became a sex-maniac and whenever I got chance I tried to fuck any aged girls or wom...n with many tricks without applying force or at least to peep the uncovered boobs and pussies from hidden places when they change attires.I always find the chance to touch teats and breasts of sleeping girls or women. I think always believe “sex is one kind of art”. So I want to share the real stories of those incidents of my life with yours. I. I don’t ever know what to think. I don’t feel at risk nor do I feel safe. I ought to leave.’ ‘But you wont.’ ‘No, I wont.’ ‘Good.’ Her knee pressed against mine under the table. ‘Where are we going this evening?’ “Patience. You will find out in good time. Enjoy your meal and tell me about your life before you came here.’ I gave her a potted history. Happy home, wonderful university life where I was at last able to be me, the lesbian me with no more pretense. The lowly start in journalism, with. She walked slowly down the vacant hallway until she noticed a door with a sign that said office. Maybe somebody can help me in here. She knocked lightly. There was no answer but she did hear noises so she decided to just walk in. A few steps into the room and she got the shock of her life. She spotted a naked woman sandwiched between two men. One was covered in sweat, grunting like a pig and fucking her pussy and another man was on top of and using her ass.Disgusting! Brianna almost screamed. .okay.” Steven responded confused, “What exactly do you mean by that? You seemed pretty close. All those stories you told me about what you guys got up to. So what, you were just friends with extras thrown in?” Steven questioned with a grin.Chris’ eyes drifted cautiously back up to Steven’s face as he blurted out the words “I’m gay”.“Hmmm,” Steven smirked, “yeah alright, I don’t believe you!”“Listen Steven, I know it might be a bit hard to accept, but I really am gay! Believe me or not, it’s up.