"But I am not gay ," I stammered not wanting to have a man lick my lips much less kiss me."Come on Dave, it's just a game," said Jill smiling and shak...ng her tits at me.I reluctantly stood as Trig put his hands on my shoulders and drew me close. I was surprised at the sensual pleasure I was getting from the feel of his wet tongue licking my lips. When he kissed me I felt his hard hot cock pressed against mine. His kiss was not repulsive at all, but coupled with his cock pressed hard against. She said she wanted to see my cock up close. I am partially cut but still have enough foreskin to cover about half the head when hard. I had told her about this on the phone and now she wanted to see it up close. So I presented my hard cock to her right in front of her face and proceeded to slide the foreskin back and forth. She grabbed a bottle of lube and dripped some along the top of my cock and then wrapped her hand around it and started stroking. This sort of surprised me because from the. At lunch I started to assemble the required tools.A good thing about Texas, you can find a tackle store anywhere, and no one thinks twice if you ask for a bullwhip, or a crop. They assume you want to ride a horse, or practice with the whip. If you ask for a length of rope, they assume it's for a lariat. If you ask for leather cords, they are for your saddle.Thus, no one asked any questions of me, when I bought all the necessary implements. I wore a short, bouncy, pink skirt and a white cowgirl. I should have covered you up.”“What you should have done was hold me,” she said. “So, who were you talking to? Do you have a girlfriend? Do I have competition?”She tried to make it sound like she was either angry or worried, but couldn’t pull off either.“Busted,” sighed Bob. “Actually, I have a whole harem of girlfriends, mostly supermodels, but a few big name movie stars too. That was Sandra Bullock. I was apologizing to her for neglecting her recently. She’s very upset. I haven’t taken her to.