In fact, you remember it vividly. You were with a lover who understood you more than you thought possible. You remember the gentleness of his touch ...nd you breathe heavier. You remember the aroma of his body; the size and stiffness of his manhood and you feel the unmistakable tingling building within your loins. You are becoming more aroused. You regain your composure only to see you have slipped your hand inside the waist of your panties and have inserted two fingers inside your pussy. . He was a little bit younger than me and very gay. He was a bit smaller and boyish. He had a nice open face and personality. I am six foot tall and broad-shouldered and pretty fit for my age. Our communication was immediately intimate. Frank told me about the very gay lifestyle he was leading back in his home city in the UK. He had been in a couple of relationships. However he told me he was suffering from the “new cock syndrome” which made being in a committed relationship impossible for him. I. I slide a finger down, spreading my lips, and hook it in, thinking it is her hand stroking in and out. I draw it back and bath my clit with my wetness and feel her tongue instead, swirling over its tender face. I feel her hands in my hair, drawing me down."Taste me, Kis, lick me. Suck my clit, baby, fuck me with your tongue. Make me cum, Kis, make me..." Well, someones having fun..."I jump and squeak in surprise, throwing back my head and hitting the locker wall hard. My eyes screw shut from. I guess my stomach was little upset. Just what is it we're doing, Lou?" I asked again."Don't feel all alone, sweetie," she said, ignoring my question, "mine is too. That orange juice sure hit the spot, though. Thank you." With that, she took up the fruit bowl again and scootched a little closer, nudging my arm like a cat will to get you to pet it. I lifted my arm and she flowed beneath it, snuggling in as close as she could. How could I be mad at that? The reality was, I couldn't, and so I let.