Okay.? Boyd abandons the knot, and returns to me, picking up the bucket slowly. His eyes are on my tight and suspended body in a way that creeps me ou... completely.?Can you fucking hurry up?? I bark at him. ?You did this? You did it to yourself?? Boyd stops, still holding the bucket, regarding me. Though I am hanging with my toes six inches off the floor, our eyes are level; being so helpless while he is wasting time is afrustration that makes me break out in a new sweat. I can feel my face. I recognized Gracey’s clothing item, which, like the one Liya was wearing, we got on our last trip to Armoire d’Amour, a yellowy-green sheath of sorts, but with a deep slit in front that exposed the inner third or more of each breast and her navel.Liya had made Heather a sheath out of the remnants of the black sheet from which she had made the tops for us blondes that Brit had painted. Since she used only one thickness of the sheet, it was somewhat see-through ... throughout, and it covered her. Gently, with gossamer lips, I nuzzle your sex. Soft as cobwebs, I intrude with my tongue into the upper folds of silk. Further I move, slowly down the length of the soft and flowering folds, dabbing at the dew with my tongue and inhaling, intoxicated with you. My nose bumps your clit, you jump. My tongue snakes to it, circles, and withdraws. It almost seems to try to follow my tongue as it pulls slightly back. Another tongue-poke, another small start from you. I lap at your sex, a flattened. People like me, who want to live in one world while rejecting the other, have it rough. I want to be daddy at any cost, and I don’t think India has any law that allows a gay couple to adopt a child. That’s why if I want to be a father I have to keep mum about my sexuality and that makes me feel more cursed.To be honest, I was attracted to men before women as early as my adolescent days. My two neighbors always drove me crazy. One was my daddy’s age who wandered in the streets with nothing but.