No worries. A lady, Mrs. Allison, a lovely blue haired old dear really, complained to the police that strange men were 'lurking around' behind her hou...e and I dropped in to explain about the police and for whom they were searching. She invited me in for the traditional 'cuppa' and to meet her boarder, 'a nice young man.' He met me in the hall as he was leaving his room and I'm afraid that the years away from my former profession proved me rusty. My face must have showed my surprise as he. You know that.”“I blame your father for this. All that baseball and basketball he played with you. He wanted a boy, you see, so he turned you into a tomboy,” Lorna complained.“Mom, I love you. But you need to stop looking for someone to blame. I have felt like a boy since I can remember. Some of my favorite memories growing up were times spent with dad at batting practice or shooting hoops and playing one-on-one with him on the driveway. This isn’t a phase or an illness or a ploy for. But little sister seemed to have lost half the fabric on hers today. This had the effect of making her tits much bigger than they were yesterday and turning that sweet ass into an absolute magnet that I could not pull my eyes away from. Thank God for sunglasses.I sat for a while trying to think of how to make my move on them. This is why I needed a wingman. I had no one to throw the ball in their laps. Or the frisbee. No one to chase and tackle right as we reached their blanket, and fall right. Now, I know that you aren’t a Lesbian, like me, maybe you are Bi…”She saw me looking confused. “It’s okay, dear. I’m not going to tell the Priest.” We both laughed. “You can like guys and girls at the same time. Many people do. It’s called Bisexual, or Bi.” I nodded that I now understood. “You can search for sex with men when you get a chance tonight. You will love it. Oh…one more thing, see my listing of “friends” here…” she pointed to an area on the site. “You can click on these people to.