" No ... you're right. Which is why I'm here and not in ... Winchester I think was next on the list." Ice cream?" Yes, please." It's just vanilla, I'm...afraid." That's fine, thanks."When they'd finished their ice-cream and were sipping coffee, Trudy asked; "Would you play for me, Chrissie?" Why, yes, of course. Piano, guitar, flute or voice?" Dealer's choice."Chrissie went out to the car and fetched her precious guitar, suddenly remembering going with Jenni to buy it when she first lived with. She finally accepted to travel with me and the real story begins now. She found me to be gentle and polite and we started to have conversation with each other. She was basically from pune and was married to a Nagpur businessman. She came to attend marriage and was returning back to her home.Due to hurry and lack of time she came directly from marriage to bus without even carrying blanket. We exchanged all basics about each other and she got acquainted with me very soon. Describing her she was a. Rex my friend I had met had recently moved to another state and I had began to miss him as he brought me out of my shell and I discovered my like for cock. Rex is a ginger and has a nice cock which he wanted sucked every chance when we got together. The problem was after he had moved, I realised I never got to enjoy all I should have. I was talking to Rex and whining about not having any gay friends and missing his company and Rex said he had a barber in our hometown that liked to play around. ’ ‘No, it was nice to see all those people you told me about.’ He gave an aborted chuckle. ‘You know one of things I love about you? You’re a shitacular liar.’ ‘Shaddap,’ I play growled, pinching the side of his neck. We wrestled a little, giggling until I tumbled over the arm of his chair pressing into him. Our faces were inches apart, our noses brushed a little. I leaned in closer, feeling his hardness grow against my thigh. He stopped. ‘I don’t think I’m up for it.’ He didn’t meet my eyes as.