Over lunch I decided to be blunt. “Brett, what’s it like to be gay?” He asked me what it’s like to be straight, and I didn’t have an answer.... “Well, it’s what I am.” “Same thing here,” Brett said.” It’s what I am.” Hmmm, what do I say now? Brett told me he had pretty much always known he was gay. He didn’t come out until his senior year of high school. He was afraid that everyone would hate him and his friends would leave him. He had been going out with a girl to keep up pretenses and told her. I got down on my knees and undid his belt and pants, letting his near-fully erect cock spring forth. I started by breathing hot air on his balls and grabbing his cock with one hand. I began to lick up his balls and gently suck on them, which had him breathing harder. I looked up at him to see his expression of high arousal, gazing at me through half closed eyes and mouth slightly open. With my eyes still on him, I began to lick slowly up his shaft, making him moan. I was getting so turned on by. I could taste her wetness. She made me do this for about 10 minutes alternating between my tongue and fingers. By this point her panties were soaking wet. She then made me strip naked and get on the bed on all fours. I could hear her getting something out of a draw. I turned around to see her putting on a strap on. I told her I didn't want to do that. She said if I didn't she would tell the others I was a pervert. I had no choice but to let her do it. She got in position and roughly shoved the. There is a very strong female breeding line and they don't spontaneously miscarry."Sir Laurence interrupted,"You seen to have got a lot of genetic information in those few sentences." The scientists were intrigued and got carried away a bit. The Nancarrows are Negroid stock and several centuries pre Diaspora were slaves to Anglo's. Appears they were bred for beauty and the line developed as courtesans. Nancarrow's mother appeared as a migrant from Sol with Nancy Alma as a babe in arms, had.