Then his tongue was in my mouth kissing me hard, there was a hint of violence but it was one hundred percent pure pent up sexual frustration. The Mar...ied Guy usually isn't into kissing but we were sucking face and our cocks were grinding against each other.Breaking off our kiss, he dropped to his knees and ripped my speedos down to the ground, the drawstring was still done up but he just ripped those speedos down.My cock popped out and was right there in front of his face, the Married Guy. "After a moment, he presses his cheek gently to mine, holding the other side of my face, wrapping the other arm around me. His lips lightly brush my ear and I feel his hot breath tease my sensitive flesh. "I need you, Damon. I need you so fucking bad and I think I'm falling in love with you and I've been scared to death you'd reject me and be disgusted with me and quit, and then I'd never see you again. I can't handle that, Damon, I'd have rather just shut up and be friends with you than be. When I got dressed that morning, I was a mass of bruises. When I got undressed, they were all gone. I even made up for the previous evening. I had been too sore to do anything but hold them.As we did the chores Sunday, we tried to come up with an answer. Why did the place only affect me? It had no effect on them, whatsoever. What exactly did it do? Was there a correlation between my size, and that place? More importantly, would I continue to get bigger, if I kept going there? There was no. When I got to the shopping centre I remembered how journalists werealways taking upskirt shots of women getting out of cars so I carefullyswivelled out in case anyone was watching. It turned out no-one was. Iwas also conscious of how I was walking remembering Tracey had explained"Short steps, legs close together and chest out. Show off your assetsand sissy that walk!"It turned out it was fairly easy to walk like a woman whilst wearingthree inch heels and it would have been harder to walk.