I introduced the salesman to my wife as my long-lost Army buddy who was just passing through town. We fed her some bullshit story about how he saved m... life in a barroom brawl and how I could never repay him for it. We all had a few drinks before and after dinner, and the guy definitely liked what he saw and was getting friendlier with her as we took turns dancing with her after dinner.After an hour or so, I was making another round of drinks in the kitchen when I heard some noise from the. I asked you what I should do." 'Disco' Dave wasn't the right man to be having this conversation with. Dave was the most boring man I knew, and he was guaranteed to take the path of least risk. Dave knew he was conservative by nature. He delighted in the fact. Dave’s outlook on life was particularly inexplicable given that both his parents were so full of energy and vitality. You know something's gone wrong with the nature of things when a father tells his son to 'fuck-off, you boring bastard'. I understood neeta was faster than me to hook her up. I came back to my room and tried sleeping with a hardon. It was 2am, something woke me up and found rekha bobing my cock. I whispered, whats up, you had been to neeta’s room. She said, yeah but pussy to pussy is not my full course, i need a cock. I replied, pussy is not my full course, i need pussy and ass. She said no problem.We shed out cloths, got on a sixty-nine, applying ample saliva and finger fucked her pussy and asshole. Then got to. She went around and got in on the driver's side. She closed the door and asked me what was wrong. "That man called me asissy," I cried."And that upset you?" she asked."Of course!" I replied. "I don't want to be called a sissy!" "Well dear," she said. "Sissy is a term people use to describe a feminineman isn't it?" I nodded yes. "And right now you are sitting next to mewith a feminine hairstyle, waxed legs and arms and wearing a bra. Andyesterday you were wearing a corset, blouse, pedal.