" I took the blanket and the pillow and went downstairs. I was thinking to myself that I have been wondering forever how is it to have sex with a guy....I knew for sure that I am not gay, maybe bisexual but not gay. so I decided to go to his room. I entered to his room and he was crying underneath the blanket. "Mike?" I said. "he took his head of the blanket "what do you want now?" he asked. I walked to him and entered his bed. I leaned over and I kissed him.It was the best kiss I have ever had.. “You know, lets just start over from he beginning. I really enjoy your company. You are a bit younger and that appeals to me as well,” I explained. “I expect there are a lot of things we are going to see differently, but that could be a good thing. That is if we talk it through not just jump to conclusions,” I explained. She had been making coffee during my little speech. I chose to sit at the kitchen table while she worked.“I think that is an excellent idea,” Maurine said.“Maurine did you ever. "I've already got enough credits to graduate, and I'm going to the U. to study law next year. What can they do? Kick me out? I'm third in the class. I'll handle the other kids."So that's what we decided to do.That was very good news, but it wasn't the best thing that happened during Christmas break.About in the middle of the school break, on the 20th of December, Mr. Merriweather called."Hello, Chris. Do you remember who I am?" he said."Of course. You're my dad's mentor." Yes, I was. But now. " Good. You'll find an outfit hanging on the back wall of the dressing room. Why don't you slip into that and we'll get started."Despite the calm, reassuring manner of the photographer, Denise was still a bit tense as she entered the small dressing room. She eyed the outfit and smiled. One of her last modeling gigs before retiring had been a shoot for Victoria's Secret in which she had worn an outfit very similar to that which she would shortly be wearing.The bra, panties, fishnet stockings and.