If I coulddescribe it to you I would, but I can't really. The closest thing wouldbe to say that it was like the feeling of a male orgasm, butexponent...ially more intense, and happening in every inch of my body, asopposed to being centered on the sex organ. I think I screamed but Ireally don't remember much from that first time. I was in a frenzy. Icouldn't even think about how strange it was that just hours before Ihad been a normal, if slightly perverted, 25-year-old male, and was nowa. He asked me to bring his bath robe before he tiredly wondered off to get some well needed sleep.When I lay in my bed that night I thought about him sexually for the first time ever as I pleased myself. With my fingers rubbing my fanny I thought about his masculine body and what was beneath his underwear. After the intense orgasm I slept deep.He found it entertaining to be spoiled by me as I served him breakfast. He gave me cheerful comments as I hurried around the kitchen. I wondered if he had. "I'm so sorry," she said."No problem. I'm pretty relaxed about things like that and since our backyard looks out over a forest with not a neighbor in sight, go ahead. I just wasn't expecting it, is all." Well, I was cleaning the bathroom and I tend to get water everywhere, so I find it is just as easy to clean in my underwear as get my clothes wet." I understand that," I said and handed her a plate. "Sit, relax."She was still holding onto the towel, which barely covered her as she sat down. As. "Not much of a conversationalist are you. Well, let me give me my thoughts on it. I figured that it was one of two things. One, you were gay and you were watching me running around with the hunks that you wanted for yourself, but you say that you aren't gay so that takes me to number two. You are shy, shy and unsure of yourself. Shy with maybe a touch of an inferiority complex. Is that it? Too shy and afraid that you wouldn't measure up against football and basketball players?"It was too much,.