I ran into my house and my mom said "what you doing here" "kyle needs me where is my car keys" my mom pointed to my keys on a table by the window with...flowers in a vase. i ran to get my keys and my mom said "is kyle okay?" "i dont know that why i need to get to him" running outside to my car i raced down the road like some kind of mad man over taking any car that was infront of me. when i got to kyles i knocked on the door. but got no answerperviously beging in a relationship with kyle for so. I’m not gay, but I had always wondered what it would be like to taste pussy. Entering the bedroom, I stuttered and told her I told her I had always thought of myself as straight. “Taste my cunt and I bet you’ll like it, straight girl”, she said. She rapidly took all her clothes off and lay down. This was the first time I had seen her look almost vulnerable. This time, it was my turn to make her lose herself in pleasure, and I could see that as badly as she wanted me, the idea made her a bit. Her straight long blonde hair had been styled that morning and she looked stunning; a personification of beauty and elegance. “Hey guys how’s it going?” Ash said I opened the door, looking relaxed as if this were the kind of thing he did every day. He was casually dressed in jeans, t-shirt and track-top - straight from the gym no doubt. He shook hands with me, smiling disarmingly and I ushered him in to the lounge where Jo kissed him delicately on each cheek and sat down next to him on our. Being separated from MaryAnn for so long, I was not very good in picking up on her state of mind or moods. I did know she was not the same Southern Illinois housewife that I left nearly two and half years earlier. The welcome home sex was not what I had looked forward to those long months at sea. I got the distinct impression her mind was someplace else while we were fucking. She was jumpy, moody, and not as talkative as I remembered. I think she tried, but as I learned from her later, I was.