" You answer truthfully and you don't bother trying to keep the nervousness out of your voice. "If you don't like it, I'll stop, okay?" Okay then, I g...uess." Sam whispers quietly, dragging a hand through your hair and you grin at her before kissing her slow and deep.You kiss her until she's arching up against you and breathing your name into your mouth and then you slide down, kissing her neck and breasts.And you've decided that you like breasts, you like Sam's breasts, because they're soft and. All good things come to an end, one day Jason out of character started licking my asshole.He then fucked my ass and fucked me so good, I was left panting and moaning once he’d finished.That’s when he told me, that bad news.Jason and his family were leaving the area, soon.So until his place was filled with boxed and junk, Jason would fuck my ass almost every day and leave in bliss each time.In a year and a half since Jason left, I was at a loss.I once like girls, then I like boys.Am I gay or. " Samantha replied, with intense tears in her eyes.As she was telling her story, I heard the desire in her words, and passion in here beautiful gray eyes. When she was done telling her story, I was speechless. Breathless even. We were starring at each other, waiting for either of us to break this gosh awful science."I--I don't know what to say Samantha," I said softly. I slowly moved my hand to her chin, I gripped it lightly and rubbed my thumb on her cheeks to wipe her tears and moved her hair. "I know you love to wear that G-string." She said. "So just keep it on slave, and go into the bedroom when you're done drying off."I finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went into the bedroom. My raging hard-on was sticking out the top of the pouch on the G-string. She walked into the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a red satin camisole, garter, nylons and black patent leather pumps. She came over to the edge of the bed where I was sitting, grabbed my balls through the pouch,.