The distinctivesound of Emma's heels on the concrete as she approached the car again wasaccompanied by the sound of other footsteps. Nothing was said ...hen the backdoor to the car was opened and a hand reached in to pull me up into a sittingposition. The same hands ushered my feet from the car and then began tounbutton my coat. I could tell it wasn't Emma by both the size and firmness ofthe hands when they'd had hold of my cuffed ankles and by the strong, sicklysweet scent of a man's aftershave. That was the moment. I hung up the phone, opened my bedroom door, walked down the hallway into the kitchen with my head down, and started crying. All my anger left. All my fear left. I felt exhausted, defeated, and vulnerable. In between sobs, I said, 'I'm gay.' The aftermath: I had less support than I realized i would have, which included a mock coming-out party, rainbow-painted cake, and a coming-out CD with Diana Ross' 'I'm Coming Out.'"To tell you the truth, My mom wasn't thrilled at the. I'm not sure that I can trust you, if I do you can't put your dick in my pussy without protection, if you do I promise I'll scream **** and have you arrested.' I assured her that I would not do such a thing and asked ''do you mind if I set up my camera and video our session.' She looked at me and I could see that she was thinking very hard, I also noticed that her tits were getting rock hard. She smiled and said 'let us get some safe words so you will no when to stop, set your camera up so. Touched them, smelled them .searched for the tag to see which brand and size. Bra was of some Indian brand and the size was 34c. It was a cotton simple bra. And a cotton panties. I love to see sexy bras and panties. But to my surprise none wears in my family or in my relatives as far as I have seen. Maybe some has started wearing but that I have to find out.Some days later, I was again sleeping there on the terrace in the noon. Then I heard some sound in the stairs .I got up and started to read.