1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    in the living room to watch television and read for the evening. There just seemed to be so much to tell. I had thought that I had gone through a rather uneventful day, but the telling about it made it seem a lot more interesting. I even told Edith about Vinny. She was interested in hearing about him, and I sort of was too. Edith and I were happily chatting away about my first day on the job when the telephone rang. I picked it up, and heard a deep, male voice on the other end. &#034Bobbi?&#034 the voice said. &#034This is your favorite policeman, Officer Brian.&#034 It was the policeman whom I had met in Central Park, and on the street near Dr. Benjamin's office. He had finally gotten around to calling me. &#034I was wondering if you were free on Thursday night,&#034 he said. &#034We should do that interview about police protection we talked about, but a lowly patrolman doesn't always get weekends or Fridays off. I was sort of hoping that we could have an early dinner on Thursday.&#034 It did not sound like a bad idea, so I agreed, saying, &#034Why, that would be lovely, officer. We citizens should help the police whenever we can. Having dinner with you on Thursday would be my pleasure. It turned out that Brian also lived out here in Queens, so he would pick me up at my apartment at seven o'clock. He said that he had to go on duty early the next morning, so we would not be out very late. He was very polite and proper when he spoke to me, and a lot less forward than the ...
    other men I had dated. He reminded me a little of Peter like that. He was very adamant that we would not be out late, and that I should tell my mother not to worry. Maybe he was different in other ways too. I wondered what it would be like to date a cop. It was only about ten minutes after I hung up with Brian that the telephone rang again. This time it was Wendy. It was not all that unusual for her to call. We had gotten rather friendly since our meeting at my first photo session. We had seen each other about every ten days or so to go shopping, and talked on the telephone about once a week. I would not say that we were close friends yet, but we were getting there. She lived only a mile or two away from me, and while by New York City standards that was a very long way, it was close enough. &#034Hi, Wendy,&#034 I said just loud enough for Edith to hear as well, so that she would know I might be talking for a while. &#034What's up?&#034 &#034Oh, a little and a lot,&#034 Wendy answered with a strange note of fear and excitement in her voice. &#034I've got two... things to tell you about, okay? I think you'll like hearing about both of them, but the second one sort of scares me a little even if it's sort of good news.&#034 I had no idea what she was talking about. &#034Well, what is it then?&#034 I asked, totally puzzled, and trying to think of what her news could be. &#034First off,&#034 Wendy started, &#034Tom asked me to tell you that we need you this weekend for a shoot on the ...
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