I knew we were somewhere in a forest as i could hear the birds and feel the leaves on the ground with my hands. I wasnt comfortable laying on the cold...ground like this. I heard footsteps walk away from me, so at that point i was all alone and i tried to get loose out of the rope that was holding my hands together, but they were tied so good i was not able to. Then i heard footsteps come towards me and while i was hoping it was him, i somewhere deep down knew it wasnt. I felt a hand reaching. Up close it was even larger than it had looked from down below. Must be at least thirty rooms. Upkeep would be a task and a half. Still it would probably make a good resort. In the middle of the ground floor, looking like the mouth of some petrified Gothic giant was a huge arched door. “All that’s missing is the drawbridge moat and portcullis” though Blue wryly as she stopped the bike and went up to the door. “Is anyone at home?” she called. There was a huge brass knocker on the door, but Blue. She's a total slut.How could I ever get out of bed now? People would look at me and whisper and laugh. I wouldn't be a guy anymore, not even a make believe one. Heck, some people would be happy because I wouldn't be a lesbian anymore. How can Ann be queer if she let a guy fuck her on the first date? That's what people would say to each other. And after Matt and Lance and John fucked me, because they would, then I'd be the biggest slut in town.I wasn't being fair to Kyle. I knew that somewhere. She smelled of roses, fresh mountain air and eucalyptus. “Thank you for being here tonight,” Michaela whispered, cozying to me, throw still open, hair slightly damp from her shower, and her firm, generous nipples were backed with full, natural tits pressed against my chest. “I wanted to be with you, Vincent, In this spy case, you’re so compassionate and caring about the outcome. I love your heart for it. Might you share that with me?” Adrenaline shot through my loins, Dudes, let’s get real: An.