I use the remaining ice to rub over the bruising, cooling it down.I move back to the row of implements and after making my decision make a couple of t...rips back to the bed, laying the pieces out by your feet – a towel, a small bowl of water, a razor and a tube of shaving cream. I lift your bum up and place the towel underneath you, keeping the bed from getting wet. At this point you have no idea what my intentions are. You hear the squelch as I work the cream up to a lather in my hands and. ”“Does this feel weird to you, like we were starting over.”Julie hesitated for a second. “You look the same as always.”“Yes,” he said, “I checked this morning. I did think about growing a beard.”“To shock me?”“More for me. To remind myself that I don’t know who I am.”“Really?”"I know that lawyer guy," he said, "but the guy driving the camper turned out to be someone I hardly knew." Julie took his arm, tentatively at first, watching to see his reaction, and then with a little more assurance she. I had no idea what she had in mind but I knew it would be good. Her fingers pull my ass cheeks apart. Then I felt three very wet fingers rub down the crack of my ass. Then Mom pushed two fingers just inside my anal passage. She pulled her fingers apart a few times then I felt the tip on her warm, wet tongue slip in between her fingers. She pulled her fingers a little wider and pushed her tongue all the way inside my asshole. My cock had been lying soft and deflated against my stomach. When her. After that, I was gay to a whole lot of people. That wasthe easy part. The hard part was trying to keep from getting a boner inmy dancer's belt, men's leotard and tights when I was helping, orsimply, watching the girls stretch in those outfits.One girl friend noticed once, but she teased me and tried to set me upwith the other boy in the room who she swore that I had a thing for.Fortunately, he did not have a thing for me. I think he knew that Iwasn't really gay since he seemed somewhat.