The months passed, and the intensity of my feelings for Robert grew a lot. I suspected he felt the same way for me, but neither of us said anything. W...y? Fear. Because saying it out loud would confirm that these feelings were real, and not a fantasy. I mean, I was married and happy. He was, too. To go on this path would be stupid.The problem with trying to ignore feelings is that they often accumulate, and when it overflows, you can’t control it anymore. Within six months, my feelings for him. This thing gathered more momentum than what was intended from the start and it would have to slow to a stop, and abrupt halt would be to much to bare and to slow a stop may lead to trouble.Like a loaded train up to speed you just can't stop it fast, it takes a time to slow and come to a complete stop. I could use a hundred analogies but you get the picture. Cindy was getting to the end of her pregnancy and as it neared Brad would be staying close to home beginning next month just in case the. I struggled to move her off. "Liv," I protested, "I thought I was supposed to put your fire out!"She released my cock with a wet slurp, and looked up at me. "John? Shut up and let me put it out my way, okay?"I nodded dumbly, put my hands back against the wall and stared into her eyes as she resumed her attention to my cock. In an instant, the sensations rocketed from my groin to my brain. She reached up and put my hands on the side of her head and then rocked back and forth, sucking and licking. [*][*][*]I was on my way home from my waitress job at Harry's Family Restaurantwhere I was the Greeter. I was wearing the red dress, flats with whiteapron and tights when I was accosted by Frank Thorpe and his brotherChad."LOOK! IT'S THAT FAGGOT THAT THINKS THAT IT"S A GIRL!, taunted Frank.I turned and saw two large men wearing old football jerseys, jeans, andbiker boots. 'Oh shit! TROUBLE!' I said to myself. They were well knownfor their anti-gay actions against those that they called poofs,.