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Then something happened to change that. Looking back at everything that happened, I wonder if I had it to do over again, knowing what would happen as a result, what I would do. I honestly don’t know. I wanted love and to be wanted and needed, but the price was more than I’d have been comfortable with. Susan joined the company and became part of the group of women I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a pretty face, and she carried herself with a sense of self confidence. She was about my height, but with hard nice curves, shoulder length brown hair, a smile indian that could melt hearts, along with c-cup breasts. At first, she seemed much like the others, then slowly things began to change. When she hugged me, the hugs seemed to be longer and somehow more intimate. She seemed to be physically closer to me than any of the other women were. I never wanted to get my hopes up only to be disappointed, so I kind of dismissed it and laughed it off. I’d go out drinking with the girls and as it went on, Susan and I were often among the last to leave. In my case, I wanted the company. Hanging with the women was far better than sitting in my tiny studio apartment by fuck myself watching cable TV, which is what I did all too often. One Friday evening, it was getting to be eleven or so, and the group had melted down to me, Susan and one other woman. Susan seemed to be talking mostly to me, hanging on me, and laughing at everything I said. After a little bit, the other woman stood up, gave a little half laugh, and spoke. “I can see that three has become a crowd. Goodnight, ladies.” She turned and walked out of the place, as we watched her. “Ladies? Obviously she isn’t looking very closely at you, is she?” “It doesn’t bother me. One night, one of the women said, ‘No offense intended, but you’re just like one of the girls’.” Susan looked at me, then smiled, and leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I was surprised, and didn’t even know how to react. Honestly, I’d never kissed a woman romantically, nor had one kiss me that way. She pulled back slightly and looked at me again. “Was that terrible?’ “No! It was great.” “You didn’t act like it was great.” “You surprised me. I didn’t know how to react.” “You’ve had a minute to think about it. How should you react?” With that, she lifted her head slightly and opened her lips just a little. We flew through valleys. My mouth drools. Either Sally is in there or I have a very self-conscious intruder. It was difficult getting around her belly, so we fucked indian doggy style a couple of times. I felt his hand slide between the crack of my ass…. These girls probably already think I’m an asshole thanks to you.” May replied. She took a quick glance on her alarm fuck clock. She then took her Fender electric guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a heady version of Heart's 'Barracuda'. “You know, Honey, after experiencing your exuberance, first hand, I hard desire you more than ever. “Yeah, the place is deserted.” Twisted them until a moan escaped from her throat which caused a chain reaction among the other Dogmen. There were a couple of street lights but one wasn’t working and the other was very dirty so I was pleased that the visibility wasn’t that good. The next day on the walk in to work I asked Emily if she would help me out