My own mouth was open wide as if to swallow my man, I wanted him so. I moaned in pleasure against him as I felt the lithe warmth of his body held tig...tly against my own. "I need you, Petey" he said huskily while kissing my cheek and face, neck and ears, tongue lapping at me. I pulled him even closer as I whispered back "I need you too, darling", my cock raging at his stimulation. "Get naked with me, sweetie" he said pulling my pants off as he spoke. He was already gloriously naked and I. "Hmm... I never reallyfigured you were, well..." Never figured I was what?" I ask, perplexed at Ellen's wonderings."Never figured you were a heterosexual girl," Ellen finished, carefullypicking out her words."Any reason I wouldn't be?" I ask, adopting a slight Charlotte-esquepout."Other than the fact that two weeks ago you were, I assume, aheterosexual boy?" Ellen retorts, dragging my unwanted past back intothe present."Whoever said I was a heterosexual boy?" I reply. "Okay, I guess I didthink. He put the cheap runner's watch he'd been wearing to one side and pulled the stem on the Speedmaster. People didn't appreciate great mechanical watches anymore. Everything was battery driven or 'perpetual' motion. He understood their convenience, but a hand-wound watch was a thing of beauty. Scott set the time and tried to close the bracelet band around his wrist. He ran his fingers over the links in the band. Mr. Piotrowski had said he'd need the extra ones someday. They were in a small. Yes, ma’am. I do think your daughter is a lovely, talented young woman and I think the world of her. No sir, I wouldn’t consider for a second bringing her home even a hair past eleven. Not that easy, of course. Oh hell, no. Every gesture is significant and every facial expression speaks a thousand words, none of them good. Is there a hint of disapproval in that quirked eyebrow? Or is it a trace of suspicion in what sounds like an awfully pointed question? Or I could just take that storm cloud.