Dear god but I was going to try. Gay or straight seemed to have nothing to do with it. I knew, looking at myself in the mirror, that I had fallen for ...Maxie, and fallen hard.I dressed in deep navy chinos, straight cut and pressed with a turn-up at the bottom; yellow socks and blood-brown brogues; a clean white shirt under a checked shirt in four shades of blue with mother of pearl buttons. I dried my hair and brushed it with my usual side parting and made sure the soft wave feel exactly where I. My preferred ‘porn’ is fully-dressed, sexy-dressed girls, raised skirt, knicker-show, bikinis, and eventually topless (I’ve usually cum in my pants already looking at Her cleavage pics). I like the thought of girls liking to be seen having sex – well, the thought generally of girls letting men see them show - but I always feel uncomfortable seeing sex. Maybe it’s the guilt of knowing I’m not normal, the humiliation of knowing I can’t do that. It’s also maybe the worry of ever being expected to. Simple and easy. I would love to do it.’He asked how it would work and where I was. Instead of his normal daily cycle ride for exercise he would go much further to my place. ‘I will be all sweaty tho!’I replied ‘oh don’t worry about that’.He was due at 1pm but actually arrived at 12 noon, clicking the door shut and scanning the small hall to orientate himself. Some hanging coats and boots, a chair and a hole. A glory hole. My voice calmed him through the opening.“It’s lovely to see you again. He must have come in through the patio doors, as she hadn't needed to let him in. Still he wore the Darth Vader helmet, that changed his voice so he sounded like James Earl Jones. She knelt, craving his approval. As he approached her she cast her eyes down so as not to look upon him. He stood before her and, placing two fingers under her chin, lifted her face to look at him."You have done well, child. Now get up and let me look at you."As she rose he held his fingers under her chin until she.