.. he’s really gay, isn’t he? I can just feel it in my bones. Your old man’s a homosexual! Very macho gay man, though. A real bear, right, or at... least an otter, or something like that. Probably a Top rather than a bottom, too. I doubt that he’s even versatile. He doesn’t strike me as that sort. No, he’s gotta be the one spunking up the bum, I imagine,” Lola snickered, “if he’s anything like his son, those guys, the bottoms, are real lucky bastards.”“Yeah, well, how did he get it on with Mom. With a deep breath, I cleared my mind and allowed the photograph to take shape in my head. The sharpness of the image made the scene fresh and brilliant. The characters were frozen in time, the vapour from the truck's hydraulics hung in the air as a solid curtain. The cars on the other side of the barrier were caught in their rush. I began to track through the scene, able to move around in three dimensions and see the scene from different angles. What was it that was wrong here? I couldn't. Cuddling with him in her bed on a lazy morning the night after they’d admitted their feelings for each other. As if to convince herself that he was really there and this was not just a dream, her hands embarked on a stealthy expedition across his body, starting from the chiseled planes of his chest and slowly moving south…True enough, her sleepy lover cracked one eye open and shot her a sensuous smile. Her fingers fluttered over the ridges of his abdomen, tracing the grooves between each. Raynor grunted good morning as i courteiousley let her go to the bathroom ahead of me.i realised her door was ajar and im afraid i couldnt help myself i took a peak.no dildo.i went back to mays room trying to tell me self to stop being a pervert and get these crazy thoughts out of my head.i heard the bathroom door go and ray popped her pretty head round the door,"thanks for earlier she said",i thought no thank you hun for letting me see your gourgeous pussy.i mumbled something about didnt want.