There had been so much passion. So much naughtiness. Before my very eyes this sweet and charming creature had transformed into a ravenous, confident, ...sex-hungry playmate. I could see the need in her eyes and the unharnessed lust on her face. As she cast off her clothes to reveal her sexy, saucy underwear and stockings she seemed to also cast off her professional persona of data analyst to reveal the lithe, curvaceous body of a woman who liked to sin. Not a girl – a woman. A confident and truly. She dropped her eyes in confusion! I took her hands gently in mine, and while assuring her that she could absolutely rely on my discretion I added that if she would like to go away she was at perfect liberty to do so and that I would never breathe a single word as to this meeting. But as my noble and chivalrously virtuous declaration did not produce any response, the mere man in me began to assert itself - and imperiously too! - as I contemplated the tumultuous heaving of her breasts under her. He let go of their cocks and stroked his to demonstrate how it worked, and Orwell and James started jerking themselves.I just couldn’t picture Harvey with this gay side, but he was just full of surprises. I was proud he turned out such a fruitful person and not the hunky innocent teenager I had seen in him when he and Sabrina started going out, in the high school years, or the hunky lousy sportsman he was during college years. Perhaps I had judged him wrongly and he was smarter than he seemed. When we're out, society tells us, in no uncertain terms, even without words, what we're supposed to be like. When we're by ourselves, we're still judging us through the eyes of others. Even now, here, between the two of us, you're looking for me to tell you what we should do, and I'm waiting for you to explain a relationship, a mutual feeling, that maybe can't be explained. And I want to find out what all of that is." She nodded, slowly. "I think I understand," she said. "Not, like, math or.