I'm sorry.. I ment to.. I'm going to get dressed." She stammered as she stood up. "No need to apologize pretty eyes. by the look of your panties ...ou enjoyed yourself plenty!" he said smugly yet cute, knowing he truly was the cause of the below the waist precipitation. "I have... I'm going to go... I didn't mean to wake you." she said softly as she followed his 6 pack abs down to his waist and on to his firm erection. Damn it she thought, her mind begged her to go, but her heightened. There wasthe buzz of traffic all around her, but all she could feel was her heartbeating inside. She was definitely finding out what she was made of.While Sonya waited for the time to go see Jeremy at the coffee shop, shewent home and read the books of poetry she bought. She couldn't getenough of the rhythm and flow of the language, and the imagery that itproduced in her head. She even noticed herself get wet a few times whenshe read particularly striking passages.She couldn't believe her day.. In the bedroom, Jenny lay down, probably expecting me to fuck her straight away. I had something else in my mind. I asked Jenny if she’d mind if Tom joined, she just shook her head. Jenny: ‘No, not today, I want him to film us’ This surprised me as Tom did not seem like a cuckold, he was reasonably endowed and did not seem to have erectional problems. Jenny: ‘Tom was a naughty boy so tonight he goes out empty’ Finally I understood, now that I knew the game, I was willing to play. I got Jenny. There was a time not so long ago when I had some, let's say, questions about my own sexuality. Don't get me wrong, I'm basically a red-blooded heterosexual male, but I'm not insensitive to feelings like that.”“Oh, Uncle Jack, what on earth do you mean?” said Tessa. “You mean you fancied other men? Maybe still do?” she asked archly.“No, not any more, but something happened about five or so years ago, before I met Megan, that, how can I put it, sowed the seeds of doubt in my mind.”“Do tell,”.