But me ... Well, I could be a boy who looked like a girl, or a girl who looked like a boy, see? It would kind of depend on who was looking at me, on w...at they wanted me to be. And even then, until they reached inside my panties, I'd still be a mystery. Boys would kiss me and wonder if they were queer, girls would flirt with me and giggle because they were bi-curious. At least some of them, others would ignore me completely. The boring people who wanted all the answers up front, without any risk. He'd laugh somewhat nervously, then playfully kiss me on my cheek. On the night of the end of season party (fancy dress, yawn) held in the centres ballroom, I was emptying my bladder of copious amounts of lager when Jake walked in and out of the blue said, "do you like me?", "of course I do mate, you're a good lad" I replied, "I'm glad" he said followed by "I turned 18 two days ago", he looked at me as if expecting something "ok then, I'll buy you a birthday drink" I said and made my way to the. . déçu, je lui dit oui mais fais sentir ta chaussette pour voir? Au lieu de la retirer pour me la donner ( j'aurais pu voir ses pieds ainsi, elle me tendit son pied pour que je sente, ce que je fis.. Et à ma surprise étant à 2 cm de son pied, elle le déposa pleinement sur mon visage/nez. Sa chaussette était mouillée de transpiration, elle rigola et l'enleva. J'étais aux anges! Elle me regarda et me dit alors?Je lui dit " Bah ta chaud, ta chaussette est tout mouillée quand même, ça sent. . every kind of chips ... except barbecue ... I hate barbecue flavoring ... took a swig of my Orange Crush ... the best orange pop ... and tried again.I mumbled through the chips, “I want to talk to you about sex.”“What do you want to know?” Funny, he understood me perfectly. I didn’t understand what I had said, but Chuck did.Chuck was immediately coated with chips and orange soda. Passing through the nostrils at high speed, those little bitty chip fragments hurt.And they are sharp. Chuck used.