Mike sat down on me, my cock between his butt cheeks. I wrapped my arms around him, putting my face against his back. “So how do you know Rohan?”�...�He used to be a lifeguard in my compound last year. He’s also a bit of a drug dealer. Knows where to get douk and doha and everything.”“Ahh. I guess he’s used to seeing naked people.”“He’s used to being naked as well. A bit of a nudist. Once I entered my compound’s swimming pool changing rooms and he was getting out of the shower, entirely naked.. To my surprise, that’s exactly what she had in mind. It seems my persistent flirting finally paid off.I asked her to take her clothes off so I could take a look, and she reluctantly stripped down for me. My skinny friend tried to cover her sagging pear-shaped tits while I looked on as if I was some sort of expert. I asked if it would make her more comfortable if I got naked too, and started to undress without waiting for an answer.We both stood there in her kitchen wearing only our panties,. )The trouble started when I pushed open the door to my room with the first load. Or what had been my room. It was changed, half my old room and half - well, half was a girl's room. Two of the walls were now painted pink instead of light blue, with posters of kittens and male rock stars on the walls where my motor rally posters and Playboy pin-ups had been. The bed and the dresser were in the same place as always, but the top of the dresser was covered with some frilly pink padding. My bedspread. "Care to have someone wash your back?" I asked, taking up the wash rag and soap. I leaned down and kissed her. Dropping the wash rag and soap, I couldn't resist just wrapping my arms around her and kissing her again, only this time much more deeply. Finally releasing her, I squatted to pick up the dropped soap and couldn't resist snatching a kiss or vice versa.I did after all offer to wash her back. As I straightened up I took my time washing, caressing, her from her shoulders to the perfect.