" Come on, one more game," Ollie chuckles. "How about we make itinteresting?" ...Define 'interesting', please?" I ask."I'll give you a 50 point head s...art," Ollie says. "You win, we go tobed. I win... You take off your clothes." My jaw drops at Ollie'srequest, and I actually have to replay the moment in my mind to be surethat I heard him correctly."Sorry, sorry," I say. "Have- are- are you actually pissed, right now?" What?" Ollie shrugs. "It IS Valentine's night, we ARE on a date..." You ARE. There was only lust and desire now. I put my hands on his head, as he had done before to me, and lightly pressed his face against my hard, although still clothed, cock. He surprised me by moaning softly, “He wants me as much as I want him!” I thought to myself.This made me feel bold.“Suck it!” I said softly, testing the waters, seeing how he would respond. He began rubbing his lips back and forth over my dick as he unbuttoned my jeans and started tugging and sliding them down. He pressed his. After a few weeks, I finally matched with a girl who was from Kerala and a year older to me. She was a typical Malayali girl, with slightly dark skin, a plumpy figure and eyes to die for. And that is exactly what I like in a girl – a little plumpy. We spoke for a few weeks and decided to meet over a beer. The conversations went on from our professions, personal life and a little about sex. I dropped her home at the end of the night, and we promised to meet soon the next time.The following. "Cathy wanted it made very clear that Wayne had a clear field, for whatever purpose he had in mind, and Cathy didn't care what his purpose was, as long as it was sexual!"What do you want to drink?" Cathy asked, leaning against the door of the living room, which led to the dining room, and through the dining room to the kitchen. She leaned in profile, arching her body forward so that Wayne could get a good look at her breasts, and her long, willowy body. Her intention was to inflame him, and she.