Solo Couple: A Night of Passionate Self-Love

What can I say? Five boys! XXX Jo suggested we meet at a café for brunch the following Saturday. I walked home from Jo’s house in a bit of a daze. Her little body feels light on mine. Before today, what was left of the “good Catholic boy” in me seemed to yearn for the pretty, shy, “good Catholic girl” in Jo. “It’s no use, Andy. No, of course not. Mum will hear it. It was harsh and painful, but it explained a few things. “So she is your girlfriend?” said Mum, as if my choking was a confession. And she’s so good at deceiving people that none of them even guessed what was going on.