Some how I wanted to see her fuck while I just watched. Some times, during our love making I would conjure these thoughts and come in a matter of seco...ds.At the beginning I did not say anything to her, but after a few years I brought the subject. It seems that I was not very tactful for she became very hurt and cried her eyes out. She simply though that I did not love her any more and that my suggesting was a trick for me either to dump her or to be free to fuck other women.I had to ask for her. "As Ian and Pete drew close Jesse leapt to his feet. I am not used to feeling small or short, but I felt both of those things as Jesse towered over me, his eyes filled with a rage that I could not hope to explain."You can say whatever you like gay-boy," His voice was hard and mean, and loud, "But it doesn't mean I give a shit about you."I stood there, numb, focusing on not bursting into tears."Get lost."I blinked at him, stupidly, twice, then turned and ran."He said your name in his sleep?". . this sends pleasant vibrations through me. My shirt is off and I can feel your instincts take over, as your hands surge up my back to the hook of my bra. You struggle with it a bit...and that sends goosebumps down my body, as your impatient hands rub against my bare skin. This time I moan in your mouth. Our kiss yet not interrupted. My bra is unhooked and you carefully pull it off revealing my breasts to the cold air. My nipples immediately react and now fully swallen are rubbing themselves. ?How about horror?? she suggested.I really didn?t like horror films but knew that I had no choice. ?Horror it is then,? I smiled.?I?ll bring the horror films then,? she smiled.FRIDAY AFTERNOONIt was only 5PM. I was in the kitchen, having coffee. Italian coffee. As I was sipping my coffee, I knew that I had to tell her. Perhaps that evening. I had to tell her that I really really liked her. I couldn?t keep it all inside anymore.My real fear was rejection. I had to tell her. I could even use her.