" Well, how do you know if you don't go out and try to find her?"He was silent. I finished my fifth Turkey on the rocks, savoring the taste."Because I... like guys."I looked at him, wide-eyed."Oh. Wow. Uh..." Guess that answers the question, right?" He looked down at the table."Yeah." This isn't gonna make things weird is it?" I wouldn't think so. I have no problem with you being gay." I didn't. Why should I give a shit? Still my best friend, y'know?"Well, I'm not exactly gay either..." What?". ) in her pussy. She was slowly fucking herself and buy the looks and sounds of it she was really doing a great job of it. I could see a wet spot on the seat below her very splayed legs. I was having a very hard time concentrating on driving with trying to watch her and bussing my cock at the same time I was driving. The only good thing was we were on a remote road with no one else close by. After several minutes and 3 or 4 orgasms she finally removed her vibrator. She suddenly leaned over and. You collapsed into my arms and I held you tightly, kissing your lips, caressing your body, gently probing you. Then I reached up and took you by the hair again and said, "I thought I told you to get out of the water?" "What? This is my fucking house and my fucking pool and I will get out when I am good and ready." you said defiantly. I dunked you, holding you under for a brief few seconds. When I pulled you up by the hair, you slapped the hell outta me. "Fucker!!" you yelled. Then you threw. ."No, a belt," I interrupted him.He paused looking at me suddenly with knowing realization - I wasn't somegay tourist with excellent brows coming for a custom pair of chaps forhis husband's 30th (although there's nothing wrong with that!!!)I repeated it, smiling, now with a slight but knowing grin."A...belt?" Yea I heard you. So sorry, we get a lot off the bus," he said, like aguy who lives here finally, and 'for real' all of a sudden.He stepped from behind the counter.To his right was a rack.