Do you understand?" Yes, ma'am. I believe I understand you totally."As Nelva undressed, Roberta could clearly see why Nelva was a lesbian. Her bod...y was beautiful -- too beautiful to be appreciated by a man in the same way another woman could appreciate her physique. In the dimly lit bedroom, Nelva truly appeared to be a goddess -- the perfection of womanhood and femininity."Okay, bitch," Nelva began, "let me explain the deal here. I prefer girls who are well-hung and have a functional. I was more awkward than ever, always by myself, not one friend. I thought my life was bad before; there was no comparison to this. Whenever I passed my brother in the school hallway he had three or four other kids with him. Nothing had changed he was still ignoring me.Within a few days he was receiving phone calls every night from the new friends he met at school. Now my parents were starting on me "what's the matter honey, aren't you making any new friends" it was becoming unbearable.Toward. Hearing her in a voice of despair made me cringe. With my best, soothing voice I said, ‘ Chris, please calm down, this was definitely a first for me too. I hate to admit it, but I thought it was the wildest thing, but nothing to feel bad about. You don’t regret it, do you?’ Now, with a calmer voice and almost giggly she said, ‘no Richard, I loved it, it was so wicked, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought it might have been just that, a wicked fuck. You know, I went to sleep and I. I am not a prude, and am actually somewhat of an exhibitionist. Any chance I have to get nude I jump on it. And whenever I get naked in front of someone, I usually end up sporting a seven-inch hard on.So, with Cary’s permission, or rather her invitation, I pulled my t-shirt up over my head and threw it on the bed. I untied each shoe and set them aside and threw the socks over them.Cary just kept talking, but her pace seemed to increase a bit with anticipation.I made sure that I stood.