Maybe it was because she had known me longer. Or that I was a better actor. Or that she was obtuse.I took the abuse. She promised to rat me out to the...rest of the sci-fi club. I agreed that she should. “How would you feel if I called up your wife and told her what you’ve been doing?” she asked at one point.“Too late - I already told her,” I said.She paused for a second, then gained her wind back. “And what did she say?” I’m not sure if she believed me or not.“She told me I wasn’t. Just then the doorbell rang and Samantha yelled up from the kitchen: “Honey, can you get that? I’m right in the middle of something.”It was Betty Ann Collins at the door, a big bowl of cookies in hand. Samantha had invited all the women from the neighborhood over, since the men were all gathering at the Collins house to watch football. Betty offered Kat a still-warm chocolate chip cookie, which she gratefully accepted. Then Kat had a mischievous idea.“Hey, let me show you something,” Kat said. Bothends. One was already accomplished, but any doubts I may have had aboutmy asspussy disappeared at that moment.Red would be making love to me.My mouth filled again with saliva, and I instinctively began suckingharder, really pulling on his wet cock with my tongue and throat, makingmy mouth wetter than the wettest pussy in the real woman world.I was going to give Red the greatest blow-job of his life.My head started bobbing up and down, faster and faster, my suctionstronger and stronger, my. My God.Again, it is a rainbow world. There are so many gay people, so manypeople straining to be recognized, to be embraced, to be accepted. So itwouldn't have surprised Miriam to learn that her ex-husband had a malelover. He was a sex shrink, after all. They were dealing with pervertsall the time. Guys who played dress-up, guys who liked to be spanked,guys who liked to be tasered.But this? Phil in dresses? Phil in makeup? Phil doing dishes?Come to the wedding? Hell, of course she would come to.