They are very relaxing.”This sounded simply wonderful, so I went to my bedroom and took her advice. I stripped off my clothes and wrapped a bathrobe...around myself, then headed to the bath. On the way, I found Mom coming up the stairs, carrying an opened bottle of wine and a wine glass. “Mom, what do we wear tonight?”She looked at me curiously for a second. “Oh, I don’t know. It’s not too fancy. I mean, it’s just the country club for dinner, not a party. I was thinking of some nice tight slacks. He was just out of reach. Finally I reached down and pulled the shorts off. I couldn’t take any more. ‘Please touch me.’ I whispered. As his fingers moved into me I cried out. It felt so wonderful. I could feel his breath on my thighs. I anticipated his tongue on my clit. My mind was running wild with anticipation. He lightly kissed my thighs. With my fingers in his hair I tried to pull him up to my wet cunt. He didn’t move until I cried out for him. ‘Please taste me. Touch me with your. He bent down and took out my shirt and started pinching my nips.“Ahhh hahhhh. Urggghhhh.. “, he was moaning with his grunting voice. I looked up on to him. He had tied my t-shirt around his neck and was smelling the cologne in it.Meanwhile, I had decided not to take out his dick from my mouth until he cums.Both of my hands were on his ass. I wanted to convince myself that it is mine. He had a well and even shaped ass. I held it tight and was pushing his hips towards my so that I can take his. So this Saturday I decided to go to my first gay club and hoped for the best.It was a warmish evening so I decided to wear a large grey tank top (that cover the space near my balls), cotton board shorts (knee length no boxers or underwear), black sox and black Doc Marten boots.Still a bit nervous I hit a few bars on the way.I think I had been to a three bars to which I downed (2) shots of tequila each.By the time I hit the third, I had been given a joint by a stranger in the toilets.It wasn’t.