10 years older. Don't get me wrong, she looked fucking fantastic, but she was definitely a woman of experience. We got along well and the night progre...ssed as normal. We put on a comedy that somehow ended up having way more sex in it than expected. But hey, i'm not complaining. Of course this made me entirely too horny. I had been waiting months to have some and now I was sitting in the same house as Mark, the first man I had ever fucked. That hot muscular manly fucking man. Fuck. James and Kara. .......................The irony of the revelation, the clarity that dying gives you.Firstly, it is like I am actually living in some ridiculous teen movie,as I had previously surmised, I've been chasing the wrong girl, and it'scome too late that I'm having this fatal epiphany.Secondly, I Love her. Lucinda. My best friend.I've always loved her.How could I deceive myself for so long?Why is it that I've never had a relationship that lasted?Because no woman, no matter how sweet, how pretty, how. On his first day back atwork, Hank finds an envelope on his desk containing a photo of twolesbians having sex, but the heads of Tom and himself have been poorlyphotoshopped onto the lesbian lovers. Hank dismisses the odd gag, butover the next week he begins to have strange dreams about having lesbiansex with Tom at the lake cabin. Envelopes continue to appear on Hanks'sdesk, but they now contain notes from a blackmailer demanding money orelse they will tell everyone "the truth". Eventually Tom. "OH! In case she wants these!" I put the nipple/clit clamps, their remote, the playtime-whip, and the blind fold by her chair as well. Then I stepped back and looked at my masterpiece. As I stared, I got so wet that it started soaking my thighs just from looking at it. "Well... I suppose I could go ahead and put the clips on it's only..." I looked at the clock, "...like ten minutes till she gets here. I must hurry when she gets here...Or, I could get started now." Hmm, how to do this without.