By hortense The Scene: TD Banknorth Garden, Boston, MA. Sold Out crowd of 17,804. Homemade t-shirts my sister and I saw: 8. Number of said t-shirts that read "It's Britney, Bitch!": 6. Number of women who pulled out their Britney-as-a-schoolgirl costumes from 1999: 2. Number of shirts emblazoned with "Y...
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I didnt give in. I had too many thoughts going through my head. I could still feel him up agents my backside, hard as ever. He wrapped his arms around me. it felt so good, so safe, so bad. He started kissing my neck, then my ear.
I didnt say anything, we didnt say anything. We let the sound of the shower drown out the world outside. He was kissing my so softly, so easily. I closed my eyes, tilted my head down and melted into him with his arms around me. I wanted to stay in that moment forever.
He spun me around and we kissed. A long deep hard kiss. He pulled me into his chest, our dicks hard and touching. We came up for air and I open my eyes to see him looking down at me, staring into mine. The water from the shower was hitting my face. He took his hand and pushed my hair from my face and wiping the droplets of water. He smiled and kissed me again. Another long, deep, hard kiss.
His hand started to wonder. As he was kissing me his hands started do go down my back. His hands, the water running over me, the kiss, the GF outside, my hornyness from the night before, it was all too much. His hands started massaging my butt. Closer and closer he would get to his target.
I want you he whispered in my ear. I didnt reply. All I could think of is well your going to get it. But I didnt say anything. He started hissing my neck, then worked his way down my chest. He then started to work on my trail, kissing as he followed it down. His hands now have found the spot they were looking for. His fingers began to wiggle at the door. He continued to kiss me to the end of the trail, and then he went around with his tongue until it found my balls. He lightly kissed them, and then took them into his mouth. He was on his knees now, the water from the shower running down my body and onto his.
Waves of pleasure went rolling over me. The release of all the stress of trying to be straight was unimaginable. Her it was the guy that I thought I was in love with was he with me, wanted me. (Later I found out it was just the sex and being 7 years younger than him.) he worked his mouth up and took me in all at once. He went all the way down. At the same time he pushed his finger in. the water and soap helped for him to be able to slide his finger in.
I gasped. This was something I was not use to, but it felt so good. Cathy would never try something like this, I thought. That brought the GF to mind, but this time I was not going to stop john. I dont think I could if I tried. I knew this was wrong, but it was right too.
John was working on me good and I was getting close. The water running over me, his finger, his mouth, I tried to warn him that I was about to shoot, but he didnt stop. I shot down his throat. He took it all. I didnt do anything but cum and I was exhausted. John worked his way back up to me. We kissed, I stopped and leaned up agents the shower wall. I looked at him.
That was good, but we should not have done that I said. He looked at me as if to say were not done yet. he said I dont understand. Why are you with her? I said I dont know, it is just how it is.
Then we heard some rustling outside. Are you guys almost done yet I hear Cathys voice say. I look at john and say ya we are on our way out now. John looks back at me with a frown. I shrug my shoulders and whisper to him lets wash up. John and I soap up again and I help him jerk off.
We finish up in the shower and come walking out. Cathy is sitting in the car. When we get there she asked what took so long. She said that she had walked back and forth a few times to the shower house to see that we were still there. Its a good thing she didnt look inside and just heard the water running.
The plan was to go Michigan Adventure theme park for the afternoon with the rest of the staff. John was fine making conversation with Cathy and trying to engage me, but I was quite. My mind was somewhere else, back in that shower house trying to decide what was right and what was wrong.
The theme park was fun, coasters and such. Ran into mouse there, who asked how my weekend was going. He said that he saw john a bit ago, with a smirk on his face. (John and us had split up when we ran into other staff.) I was sure that my weekend shower house adventure was going to get out. I told mouse that we were meeting up later for dinner. Mouse asked where we were going; I told him I was not sure. He then asked if he could go with us. I said sure thinking that it would be a group and would be ok.
Later on bill showed up with john. Now this is the bill I lusted after all last summer when john was not around. I thought it strange, but john knew everybody and the staff did get close like a family. John says hey bill is going to dinner with us too, ok. I was ok with that he was good to look at. I told them that mouse was coming also so they would just have to make room in the car.
The plan was to go for dinner, then out to the woods for a party (drinking) then back to johns cabin. In the morning (about noon) we would get up and head home.

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Editors note: If youre tired of Kaitlin Cassidy/Paris Hilton posts on OTE, dont complain. Just stop reading, because this is another one.
Yesterday you got the QA portion that wasnt going to make it into the Friday paper. Today you get the official Kaitlin Cassidy story in the Life.Scene section. But, theres one other thing: points that didnt make it into the paper because they were longer, needed explanation or were not part of the question and answer style portion of our conversation.
Let me share.

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Here is an interesting one. I met this greek lady in her mid-forties who is a surgeon, through a mutual friend. She drives a Mercedes in NY, so I am sure she has money to through around. So the thought crossed my mind, why not do a reversal of roles, and get a sugar mama. So I called her up and we arranged to go to Smith Wollensky's on 42nd. She talked sooo much I couldn't even squeeze in one word the whole 2 hours. And it was all about her, and her life, and her sister, and her friends.. How boring. At least I got a steak out of it! She picked up the tab. She was too busy to get together again, which is just as good. She reminded me why I don't like greek women.
The strategy to get to her would be to break her down and cut her off, and then zoom in and change the rythm of the whole discussion, to topics more interesting to me, like her becoming my sugar mama. But she just kept talking and after a while I felt like dozing off.
Later I found out that she knew my father, when she was a student in medical school. Small world indeed.

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