You never thought of yourself as gay or even bi-sexual. You didn't notice at first, but you always tended to watch porn with women being fucked in the...ass by huge thick cocks. Something about the look of fullness, of lustful satisfaction on their faces while their assholes were being violated just spoke to you. After a while, you became curious. You wanted to know what if felt like. In the shower, you would massage your asshole, carefully inserting a finger. After a while, you became braver.. You can say that she became a sort of fan for that matter. An encounter with her was one of the best times I had.One day, while I was busy with my work, I received a message on hangouts. It just read hi. I replied to her and she replied back saying that she was meghna and she read my stories. She also added that I write awesome and she was a fan of mine. We started chatting and I thanked her for liking my stories. Meghna was from indore and had just completed her pg. She was working as a. ”“And I don’t slip my hand in the waist of your skirt to play with the hair on your mound.”“Then I don’t open my waist band to remove my skirt.”“I don’t take off my trousers and hang them and your skirt up.”“Since you don’t, since we don’t, there is no opportunity to kiss skin-to-skin for the longest time while your hand explores my back and holds my derriere.”“And I don’t kiss your belly while kneeling to remove my shoes.”“And I don’t invite you into my bed.”“Then, I don’t have the opportunity. " Oh Patricia, you are a goddamn comedienne, that's what you are."A short time later he was sitting at the table with her as they both slurped fresh cups of coffee, she in her panties and he in his robe."Harry, I noticed the house catty-cornered across the street from you is for sale. Know anything about it?" Yeah, it's a three-bedroom, two-and-a-half bath, nice sized lot. House is in pretty good shape. The woman who lived there, Mrs. Sattler, passed away and her children put it on the market..