That kiss, that second my lips touched his was when I realised I loved him, or at least that’s when I admitted to myself that I loved him, in truth ... had probably been in love with him for a lot longer than that! We broke the kiss and he took my hand as we walked into central London. We talked and talked, we had been waiting for this for so long it seemed almost surreal now it was actually happening. We went and sat outside at a little coffee shop on Oxford Street. We chatted about how weird. When I was 13, I was old enough to babysit when my parents went out for a drink on a Saturday night. One night I got the urge to spy on my sisters while she slept. When my parents left the house I always took off my clothes after my sis went to bed. My sister was about 11 I suppose and I wanted to see her vagina. I had never seen one and I was a very sexually curious boy. I decided to get a flashlight and creep in to her room as she slept. At the foot of her bed I pulled up the covers and stuck. "Show's over for tonight, big guy," she said as she lifted the shoulder straps into place and covered her tits.I had a fleeting mental image of grabbing her, ripping her bra off and planting my mouth over one of those incredible, exquisite, pink nipples; sucking on her, filling my mouth with more of that sweet, warm milk. But sanity prevailed and I simply stood, dazed and immobile, as Kimberly slipped on a blouse. We left the nursery, and when my wife and Gary made their appearance a minute. Once the bed was set up we first chatted a bit and again she wasn't all that busy this Wednesday. Her next massage after me was only at 14h00. I joked around with her while she was still drinking her coffee asking if she would like a massage once she's finished massaging me. She laughed as she replied saying that would be nice. I replied saying cool I will give you a massage after you done with me, but she giggle thinking I was joking.I soon stripped down naked and laid down on my belly on the.