I used to go to cubbon park daily(a famous gay park) in b’lore.i am a very well known person there.i got a lot of gay friends there.i used to go the...e daily evening for meeting gay guys.that’s a very big park and I know some secret places there,If I come across a good guy I take him to that secret place and I used to have sex there.i love sucking cocks and getting fucked a lot.i like cross dressing too.but I prefer only safe sex(with condom).one evening I met a guy named sreenivas,he said he is. She raised her face up.I asked-‘Tu janati hai- Kanduldul mane kya hota hai..?’She whispered –‘Haan… janati hoon…’‘Tumne kahan se sikha… Tu bhi kisike saath Kanduldul khelti hai kya …?’‘Dhat!…Pahale chhodo tab batawoongi…’‘Jabtak nahi batawogi …nahin chhodunga…’‘Chhodo na … Tumhara wala mere pet me gad raha hai…’‘Tumhare Pet me kya gad raha hai…?’‘Jisase tum ladkiyon ke saath Kanduldul khelte ho…’‘Mujhe nahi maloom. Tum naam batao’Her cheeks turned red. Eyes closed. She bent her head down and. Not a minute after the thought subsided that very thing to happened, and let me tell you, the man had me ready with just a look into his brown-as-my-own eyes. I smiled as he stood there and looked long at me. Almost as if he dared me to try and fuck around with him. Dressed in black dress pants, blue dress shirt without a tie and a leather jacket. Six foot two inches tall, #180 or so and undeniably attractive! He had a big ‘ol manly head with short cropped black hair. Black moustache of medium. She retrieved two well-worn towels from the linen cabinet. One she coiled like a turban around her greying carrot red hair. The other she used to dry off. Her pendulous breasts swayed back and forth as she seesawed the towel while drying her back.“Gawddamit, May, I don’t see why you have to go visit your sister! I need you here to help with the chores.”Her husband, Henry, stood in the bedroom door in well-worn bib overalls and a faded calico shirt. His bib overalls were spotted with dirt and.