But I’m definitely bi - though I haven’t acted on the guy side in a while.”I looked at him but didn’t say anything. “When I saw you in the s...ower yesterday, then saw your friend, both of you sporting wood, I figured something was up.”I felt my face redden. “It brought back some old memories, and I felt some old urges. I might have been able to get past that if you hadn’t walked by our campsite this morning.”He looked away, embarrassed.“So are you totally creeped out?” he asked, still staring. "Baby, aren't you forgetting something?" asked Zoe.I took another lap of her asshole, then went down to her pussy and started going at her clit. Zoe moaned."Oooh baby, that's nice, but that's not what I'm saying."Zoe stood up, stood me up, and pulled my shirt off. "We wanna taste you, baby."A collection of hands from various directions started helping me take everything off, piece by piece. I was nervously excited as someone slid down my panties to the floor. But then the thought hit me. I'd. Her hair was kept long and it was obvious that she had professional instruction on the proper use of makeup. She was the apple of her father's eye and nothing was too good for her.On a hunch, Don started to investigate the first marriage of Byron Carbonet. He paid a few public servants to dig up the sealed records for his divorce from his first wife. Don found out that the first wife had been an alcoholic and that Eileen was not really Byron Carbonet's daughter. Eileen was the product of a. I cursed myself. Why wasn't I on the ball? I had no idea what I was going to write about. "Well, it's a bit early yet," she said, "this is your first year, right?" Yes," I said."Gives you plenty of choices," she said. I thought about her area. At that moment it seemed the right thing to do. "But enough about school," she said, "what do you do for fun?"Fantasize about you. I swear, the phrase came into my head and it was hard to shake. I glanced at her bookshelf. "Oh, reading..."I felt stupid.