.." MUM!" I stormed into training room."Yes Dear?" Dad and Mum looked at me as I stormed in."What's this James is saying about becoming a Ballet Dance...r?" Oh, he will be taking lessons once a week with a local school." Are you trying to get him beaten up?" What are you talking about?" Well, unless America is a hell of a lot more tolerant then Englandabout these things, if they find out at school he takes ballet lessons,he will be the laughing stock and punch bag." It wasn't my idea." I looked. One step at a time I climbed down the stairs. There were thirteen steps. Each a torture to descend. Each had to be assayed and then slowly used. Slowly, slowly to stop them creaking and making a noise that would betray me. At last I was at the bottom of the stairs. The hallway was still and all I had to do now was to get out of the house and head for help.I found the door and tried to stand on my knees and find the handle. Again, like the stairs, this was a slow job that required patience as I. It is nice and warm and you look beautiful in your white dress, it is clinging to your braless breasts and the fresh morning air has your nipples poking out.I can't help myself and turn you around so you are facing me, with my hand on the back of your head I pull you closer to me, our lips meet, kissing gently at first but then our lips part and our tongues meet. I feel you press your body against to mine and you feel me start to get hard in my shorts. As my other hand moves down your back I. ....he laughed n said I'm stright too. He replied seeing u in these thongs it turn on stright guys too.....he wouldn't stop until I gave in to allowing to feel my thongs . As he was feeling my thongs slowly from ass level to the front I got my erection, it was sticking out, I felt uncomfortable he kissed me right away n said its ok..n started slowly Rubbing my cock in my thongs I couldn't resist.......he slowly started French kiss me, feel my tits, slowly n gently rubbing chest, n working his.