He didn’t know why females were different. But he was glad they were. When he was younger he had sometimes taken baths together with a foster brothe... or sister because foster parents were always trying to save water and money. That was some time ago. But he remembered the differences he had seen then. Girls had a little slit with puffy looking sides and they had to pee sitting down. They couldn’t point it like he could. They lived in a stucco bungalow house. It had only two bedrooms and he and. The paper work over, the receptionist had simply said “take Mr and Mrs. Fahad to Chalet four.” I decide not to correct his mistake that we were a newly married couple as he seemed to assume, and since our ID cards shared the same address details, the receptionist had obviously not bothered to study them too closely.It was a quirk that I and my father shared exactly the same name also on official documents.The Chalet was actually one of four arranged at different angles to take advantage of a. " Us?" Yes us. You do want to fuck my arse don't you?" I don't do guys." That's not what we heard," said Clifford. He gave the coach a sly grin."We heard you liked to fuck guys too. Especially young guys like Clifford here. How about it, Coach? You want to fuck us both? We could go back to Clifford's place. His folks are away for the week. We could spend the whole night sucking and fucking. What do you say, Coach?"Coach Baxter didn't know what to say. It was a very tempting offer. He drank some. It’s similar to the other one you’ve seen. I also have one that is mostly red and one that is mostly yellow. They’re at home, so I can’t show you. I could bring them next time and model them for you.”“If you want,” I said.“I asked you, silly!”“Sure, I’d like that.”“And technically, this is a «furisode». If you notice, it is different from the other blue one I wore for our last lunch.”“The sleeves are longer,” I said.“Yes. This is a simple one, with the inner kimono sewn in and a simple sash..