Oh-mi-god-I-can't-believe-I'm-a-Top-Sheet-at-the-Ritz! Sorry, I'm just a little... Alright. Calm down calm down. I've done this dozens of times; this ...s my ninety-third bed; fifty-four as a Bottom.You've done inety three! Is it true what they say? That most of the time you just lie around waiting. I hope not, I want romance, I want passion, I want... Wait'll you get your first fart.Yewww.Look Top, I've been peed-on, pooped-on, and thrown up on. I've had sweaty, unwashed bodies rubbing on me all. I walked the few short paces and caught up with her, my hand only just catching her fingers. “I’m a married man, Chloe,” I said, sounding feeble. “I know,” she said, in a voice that was almost a whisper. Her fingertips, light as air, traced themselves over mine. I shivered from the touch, my body erupting in goosebumps, her touch so faint it was almost tickling.I moved closer to her, her scent stronger in my nostrils. Our fingers were laced together, but with my other hand, I played with the. Me- Thanks :) what's your name?Him- Paul, yours?I was so nervous at that point that I gave him a fake name just in case he recognized meMe- Darren, nice to meet you Paul!Him- You too. So how long have you been into guys....?We texted back and fourth for nearly the entire day, he was really cool, seemed laid back and wasn't pushing me to meet him right away. I ended up telling him that I was really nervous about the whole thing and he was cool with it all, he said we were just. “...oh let's say, your age bracket?” Dean Malcomb was again focused on Susan's protruding nipple bumps. He licked his lips then replied to her question. “Susan, I think I can say with certainty that your tits...er...forgive me, I mean new uniforms are very appealing to the older crowd. I, for example, have attended more games this year than I ever have, and I most assuredly am attracted to the cheerleaders and their attire.” “Oh thank you, Dean Malcomb. It means a lot for us to know that. .