..” He looked at her and stopped himself from finishing the sentence.“And what?” She asked.“I'm sorry honey but…I hate your mother. I know i...’s wrong but I can’t stand to be around her. I think this will probably be our last holiday as a family.” He tried to contain his anger.“It’s okay Dad, I understand. Mom has been a real…a real bitch since I got here.” The two shared a smile.“I need to get away. I don’t even feel like a man anymore. I haven’t…” He again stopped.“Dad, you can tell me. Kneel on the floor. I think Kevin's freaked out by faggots." I'm not a faggot!" I insisted, tears running down my cheeks. Unconsciously, I knelt in front of my former friends."I'm not a fag-got!" Kevin and Todd repeated in falsetto, and I hung my head. They played Quarters, and every time a beer was finished, they'd toss the crushed can at me, and order me to go to the kitchen for more.Here my girlfriend was, playing a tough-guys game with the fellows, and I was still in my French maid uniform. I started kissing her cleavage. She was pressing my head against her boobs. With one hand I was touching her right nipple. They were hard and I knew she was fully aroused. I started sucking her left boob and squeezing her right. They were really soft.She started moaning. After around 20 minutes, I stopped and looked at her. She knew it was her turn to serve me now. She tried opening my pant but the belt was tight. She looked at me and I knew she needed my help and I opened it myself.She just. He was a big man, his broad powerful chest clear even through his blueshirt. Adam couldn't deny the flutter he felt and smiled back at theman. He giggled and nodded and twirled one of his golden curls in hisfingers. This wasn't right, his mind screamed. This shouldn't behappening. But it was. And it was fun. A little harmless flirtationnever hurt anyone.And even if it could, Adam felt like his response was almost out of hiscontrol. It was his brain that told his fingers to play with his.