I see them, photos and videos, from when I wake up until I sleep, from when I eat until I think. All the time I hear them and I see them fucking, cumm...ing, moaning, whimpering, screaming with pleasure. When I sleep, the sound lowers but never disappears: all the time I am bombarded by the infinite pleasure between women, with touches or disgusting moments of submission from one to the other, from slight domination to continuous pain caused by the Mistresses to their slaves. Like I said, there is. “Neither did I,” Kim exclaimed. “That motherfucker is as gay as gay can be.”Now I am not homophobic, and I am not gay, but I am gay-tolerant. I figure that whatever someone else does in the privacy of their bedroom, is their own business. Kim was hacked and in majorly so. I asked how she knew, and she said she had seen him giving another guy a blow job in the parking lot. I asked of she was sure, and she shook her head up and down.I felt bad for Kim, because she was super cute, and she seemed. This was done in public, in full view of the friends, family, and other guests. More than a few pregnancies by me resulted from such trysts. The Clarke family tree would have many branches indeed.Wherever I walked, and I often chose to walk from place to place, women and girls aged fourteen to sixty followed and greeted me, often while scantily clad or even nude in spite of the weather and season. Whoever they were, if they offered me intercourse or anything of the sort, I always accepted such. He was shy and tended to avoid conversation with females of any age or shape. It was not that he didn't like the bubbly young things; it was just that he became overly nervous when too close to female flesh.Kevin was still a virgin.In fact, Kevin had no girlfriend and he had never even been on a date yet despite having just celebrated his 18th birthday with just his family members and no friends at all. It was something that bothered him because he knew it was not normal. He did have several.