I know for a fact that many of my peers in middle school and high school openly thought I was gay, I mean I know I walked weird and talked weird, mean...ng my voice was at a higher tone than the average male voice would after they when though the changes of puberty. It seem like my voice didn’t crack as must as the rest of the guys in my class .But even with those disadvantages stack up against me, I never give up the hope that there was a possible mate for me.You really want to know the biggest. Now the moment he'd been waiting for - a slow number. I smiled in amusement to myself and took another sip of scotch as I watched the two of them snuggle together in time-honoured fashion. He had both hands around her waist, and it didn't take long before they were exploring regions south. Once there, he couldn't seem to take them away - his hands remained clamped to her butt cheeks as if drawn by magnets, and by song's end she could consider her rear well and truly caressed.Her face remained. Oh my god, please suck on 'em.” He was way past the line a father should ever cross with his daughter. He was loving the feeling of having her naked little body all to himself. As a cheerleader, she had always stayed in perfect shape and he was starting to slowly admit to himself that he had, on a few occasions, stared at his daughter with not so fatherly thoughts. He had caught himself staring at her ass while she was in her cheerleader uniform, wondering what it would feel like to grab. The eyes which he had loved so much once upon a time were filled with tears and pain. ‘I am so sorry Michael. I didn’t know…i didn’t know Bree would be in danger. I only wanted you.’ Michael watched her turn and leave with a single thought running through his mind. ‘You had me Ronnie, but this is where we belong.’ He then took off running for the elevator and that wait was the longest of his life. He wasn’t about to let panic make him run up thirty floors. This was faster and he needed his.