My parents raised me to believe homosexuality was wrong. If I didn’t have Steve, I would have kept myself in the closet. I would have been miserable.... I’d never have enjoyed all my female lovers over the years.I never would have pulled the blanket from Evaline Gilbert’s body.She was the wife of one of my church’s deacons. It had been so hot to seduce her underneath her husband’s nose. He had no problem letting her spend time with me. It wasn’t weird nor suspicious for friends to spend time. Looking around the room, she wondered what items she would introduce to her orifices.The first thing she noticed was his favourite pen, sitting on his desk. She remembered how he likes to gnaw on the end of it when in thought. She sat on the chair, leaned back and put her naked feet on the edge of the desk, with her legs spread wide. She grabbed the pen, and realizing he often had the end of it in his mouth, Jo started rubbing the pen up and down between her pussy lips. Up and down the writing. She was deep in "The Count of Monte Cristo" when she noticed Mr. Anderson was craning his neck to see her sitting across from his desk. Suddenly, she blushed realizing he was probably getting a good look at her private parts and her cheeks resting on the edge of her chair. Sally did her best to act nonchalant and without any hint that she knew the good-looking married teacher was peeking at her goodies.When the bell sounded announcing the end of class, she heard his voice addressed right at. Well, actually I had not seen that much and surely not an errect one like his. Ok, those pornpics, but they didn't count. This one was real. Hard, warm and feeling so good in my hands... and then those sweet balls... ummm, 'eier'... always such a pleasure to suck on, before making my tongue the journey over his shaft to that beautiful head and the small slit on top. That beautiful slit always his cum got out... mmm, 'samen' sometimes squirted on my face and my, small, breasts and when I got.