Clutching her emerald riding habit under her arm, Kate knew eventually she and Sin would have to discuss what happened, but Beth would be waiting for ...her at the house and would worry if she didn’t go back right away. As it was, she was going to have to explain the state of her dress. She shoved her feet into her ankle boots, not bothering to take time to button them as she dashed for the narrow passage in the shadow of the cliff. ‘Kate!’ she heard Sin yell after her as she slipped through to. That's when the thought occurred to me that I must be gay. I had to be.I went the next three years without one bit of sex. I was getting quite a few advances from girls but kept saying 'I'm seeing somebody' to try and get out of it. Plus, being a closet homosexual didn't grant you any action at all. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy every single minute of being a closet homosexual. I loved it!The main reason that I loved being a closet homosexual was the voyeur aspect of it. I got to check. Losing patience with the process, she ripped the thick metal of her breastplate in half. The few elven soldiers who had dared to watch hastily scattered, although most were fatally impacted by flying bits of Raia's armor.When she had finished, Raia was wearing only a pair of simple shoes and a white robe, a bit moist with sweat, that hugged her body tightly. Her unnaturally muscular arms and legs were mostly exposed, and while the more womanly parts of her voluptuous figure were covered by the. She always left about a two inch gap at the bottom. Her window was hidden by a tall hedge which made it perfect for me to spy! On many occasions I would see her lying in her robe on the couch, the only flesh exposed her hands, feet and ankles. Her toes & finger nails painted in different colours on each occasion. After fantasising for about a year but not expecting to see anything more, I took a peek on a rather warm night and was pleasantly surprised by what I saw. Although she was lying on.