Now this was at a time, where homosexuality wasn't accepted as things are today. Nobody admitted to being gay, in fact, I really didn’t even know to... much about it other than it was two guys that had sex with each other and nobody approved of such things. Heck, I didn’t even know much about what sex was as my parents basically told me it was something you did when you got married. But as I remembered what had happened and began to daydream about it happening again, I began to fantasize that. “Sir? Come on, go home now. You look exhausted.” He pats me on the shoulder and walks away. I’m petrified. How long was I just sitting there staring off? I need to regroup. To sit and think. I hurriedly collect my purse and stumble away to the bathroom. I find a stall, pull down my jeans and panties, and sit. The cool porcelain feels nice against my sore ass. What was I just dreaming about? I’m supposed to be an empowered woman. Why was I dreaming about a man ripping my shirt off? . I had only kissed four guys in my life, and all four had been Asian-American as well. Three of them I’d met at church, and a fourth was a guy that I’d crossed paths with at national meets. The one and only time I’d allowed a guy to reach ‘second base’ was with him. Alas, it was only a fling, as we were both too busy to mess with trying to keep up a relationship. Now, even though I knew that the stereotypes about race and penis size weren’t necessarily true, I wasn’t interested at all in. 'Fuck me', she moans. I put her on top of me and she starts to ride me. All of a sudden I feel a tongue licking my balls. I'm surprised, I look up and look right in the smiling face of my gayfriend. 'Finally', he lipsyncs. 'Finally, I lick your balls.' The next moment he takes my dick out of my girlfriend's pussy and puts it into his mouth. I moan. My girlfriend turns around and asks me, shocked, what's going on. But the sight of my friend sucking my cock, makes her very wet. She decides to.