"Like you do when you got that feeling a little while a go." I told her I was getting that "feeling again." No don't she said, I want you do stick you... pecker in my ass, Won't that hurt"? I said to her, "only if you push to fast." "Ok then show me how".She laid down next to me with her back against my front. "Spit on your hand and wipe it on my ass she said". I did as I was told and she said " now push it in real slow not too fast." I pushed against her little hole, she must have relaxed. I helped her move and we became good friends. She was from Chandigarh, and I was a big fan of Chandigarh girls beauty. She started coming to my place for dinners and also on Sundays to watch movies and hang out.I noticed a change in her behaviour also, she started wearing shorts while visiting me, her T shirts were becoming tighter and she bent over many times to expose her milky breasts. I was losing my sleep and wanted to take the next step.One Sunday afternoon it was cloudy, she was sitting. (I have failed, by the way, there are always exceptions to every rule, but my success rate is about 98%) Once I get a straight guy on their knees, and they take a cock between their lips they are forever changed. The line between straight and gay blurs and the straight guy will usually crave that secret submission...even though they feel confused about why they did it, why they enjoyed it, and why they crave it. Once they suck a big, stiff cock and feel the thrill of cum sliding down their. We’ll just take care of that one, too.” I say, standing up and settling myself on his desk. I continue to run my tongue around my nipples, a trick only the well-endowed can accomplish, while lapping up the remains of Rick’s salty cum. He sits down to watch me, gently stroking his cock, which is indeed showing signs of life again. I’m watching him, too, and when I put my lips around my nipple and pull, stretching it out, I see his erection spring back full-force. Once again I marvel at his.