’ ‘Thank you, Mr. Doyle.’ Ellen filled his glass once again and then turned back to the crate of oranges on the floor. ‘Good morning, Susan. ...ow are you this morning?’ ‘Fine, Mr. Doyle. Thank you for asking. Is Mr. Crawford up?’ ‘Yes, he’s been up. I don’t know where he is, though. He’ll be down for breakfast, I’m sure.’ The two girls brought out the breakfast platters piled high with pancakes and bacon and set them down on the table. A few minutes later, Georgia came down and sat at her usual. You know who you are and I hope it haunts you years from now, although it probably won't. I will tell you one thing though. I am gay."I watch the weird, rippling reaction to my announcement and realise that I might have just made matters worse for myself. On the other hand, better that everyone knows, rather than suspects and run to snap judgements. Part of me wants to continue speaking to tell them all what it's like, the hate, the fear, the living in quiet agony everyday, having to watch your. ..fuck yes...oh my god...."Cum explodes from inside me, running down his still thrusting cock...I'm moaning and screaming and he's going out of his mind thrusting and half laughing "Holy fuck you are amazing....holy fuck..."As soon as I regained my composure I stood up and pushed him off me. I grabbed his hand and took him into my bedroom and laid him on the bed. I stood in front of him, black mascara running down my face and cum dripping off my pussy. I crawled on the bed in between his legs. He asked how I had been, and I told him fine as he smiled and went back towards the bedroom. My friend and I continued talking and catching up for a few more minutes, until he came back out and said he was going to get something to eat. After he left, I felt the need to hurry up and leave so that I could catch up with him to tell him about my dream, but I didn't want to make it obvious. After about fifteen minutes I made up an excuse as to why I had to leave, and I was just in time too. When I.