I didn’t want to come yet and pulled him up to my face, kissing him hard and throwing him onto the mattress. I pulled off his jeans before straddlin... his waist, and then pulling his shirt off as well. Through his boxers I could feel him hard against me, hips moving slightly against mine. I ran my hands down his bare torso, feeling his muscles tense under my fingers with the little moans that escaped his mouth. A lot of what turned me on about him were the little noises he made. They were. .fuck someone's opinion! You be you and be happy! She got out of her car walked up to me, said good morning, gave me a kiss then went inside. I thought to myself, HUH?? So she's just gonna act like she didn't go through my phone and see my stash?? Or maybe she saw it but didn't care. Maybe she didn't even go through it...well i'm about to find out, I told myself(yes I talk to myself). She was in the shower when I made it back inside. I went into my room and saw my phone on the charger. I. "Do you get much wildlife here?" I asked."Yes, there are deer and quail in the fall, and turkeys in the fall and spring," Mary Kate answered."Do you hunt?" I asked."No, and we don't allow others to hunt here either," Mary Margaret answered."Are you against hunting?" I asked, having hunted since childhood on my uncles' farms."No, we just don't want strangers on our land. We had enough of that when we were younger," Mary Kate told me very emphatically. We turned back to the house after that."I. It's more rural, and simple than I had been used to. I lived on a halfway farm designed to divide boys into their new roles in the male community. primarily there were the two central classifications: the virile and masculine Alphas, nicknamed stallions, and the meek and intellectual Betas, nicknamed sissies. Later in life sissies, have the option of late stage sexual reorientation. where a guy takes hormones, grows breasts, and if necessary surgeries to make them aesthetically, and if they so.