The way she sucked my cock like no one EVER had in my illustrious bachelor career. Longer drags led to harder, faster strokes as I closed my eyes and ...ictured her playing with my ass with our assorted bag of toys at home. I slowed down because I wanted this to last... "Hey, Austin!" I heard Janie exclaim. "What in the fuck are you doing?!" She scolded. I didn't even flinch. I simply opened my eyes and continued as if she were a part of my mind's play. I refused to let my greatest personal. I was helpless.It was so cramped I could barely move & both of my hands were busy trying to push away the faces that were leaning towards me, trying to kiss me.As my hands were busy pushing away salivating lips, my body was being squeezed & probed."Kya maal hai!" "Randi saali!" (What a babe! Bloody Whore) I kept hearing such things as I yelped & moaned in agony.Without warning a tall man in front of me reached forward & placed his huge hands on either side of my face.I tugged at his hands &. 'I'm a lesbian, out and proud. I've got gaydar. I know who bats for what team without seeing them wanking each other off.''You don't look like a lesbian.' I blurted out without thinking. For one moment, I thought she was going to throw us out. 'Sorry, sorry,' I added, 'I didn't think.''I know, I'm not butch; it just isn't me.' She turned back to the boys. 'And I see your condoms in the bin all the time, and little empty packets of lube. From what you've said, that's been going on longer than. Should I go with another girl, that was alright as long as I used a condom. She also told me she had been with other women and that things couldn't get wet enough as far as she was considered. So one night I 'm in this neighborhoodbar in the centre of Amsterdam when a girl sat herself next to me. Long brown hair, black rimmed glasses. The girl nextdoor, but that special girl nextdoor.Miniskirt in Scottish design, a tiny top with ample breasts, nipples rimming the purple cotton.Said she was a.