Then slowly I increased the speed of my hip and started to pump her with more vigor and strength thereby my full cock would go in fully inside her cun... and my crotch would bang her ass hole with each of my trust. The sound of her mourning increased with each trust. suresh , you are hurting me oooohh, I kept a deaf ear to her mourns and began to move my hip up and down at full phase. What was going on here as she was mourning very loudly, so I kept my mouth of her lips to lock her mouth and then. Every party you joined without Carol you had some bimbo in the corner. I hated that you cheated on her, but otherwise I wanted to be you." Really? I like pussy. I love to fuck. Variety rules. I figured you to be the selective type. I mean half the girls preferred you, but got me as second option." I'm a male, Roger. What do you think?" I think you should have said something. I could have helped. The sluts would have been all over you." Sluts, hunh? You're the slut. I respect women." Jesus bro,. .. Was I Gay? Is that why at some point of time, I wasn't really excited about women.I recalled the day when "Savita" aunty (my mom's friend) playfully hugged me, with her blouse showing the biggest cleavage, I had ever seen. And yet, it didn't quite excite me sexually, did she knew I was gay? And, how would Mom or Dad react, if they knew I was gay? I shrugged off these thoughts, simply avoiding to think of such a situation.Eventually Pammy went too deep once and quickly pulled out, so I could. Taking his hand and putting it on the front of my pants where my rock hard cock was he mumbled “I can’t do that sorry” and virtually ran away. ‘Cunt’ I thought to myself and made my way back to my car. As I sat there having a cigarette a big Mercedes drove in and parked next to me. “Any action going on” he said “No” I replied, “Damn” he answered.As we both smoked he made small talk and I told him of my experiences earlier that day to which his reply was “There are some selfish bastards about”.