I'm not gay I just get off on it.”He had tears in his eyes and I felt very sorry for him “I won't say anything as long as you let me wear some of ...hat sexy underwear” I smiled.He looked dumbfounded.“Look mate I love wearing too. I always felt odd and I've never seen another man like that. You looked hot”Pete stared and went over to a trunk and opened it. Inside was a large collection of panties, bras, teddies and basques along with nylons and shoes and boots.“bloody hell how did you get all. Dinner was good. I knew he was tired. Eating fish hot from the fryer, the music, the company was all good. Our glasses were empty when he said,"Will you make one of those tylenol/advil cocktails when we get home? I need one."With an adoring glance he received a nod and a "yes" from me.Back home a western played. We watched, guessing what would happen next wondering if we'd seen it before. Having enough of the day I told him,"I'm gonna go lay down sweetie." I'm right behind you." he. "I actually do have a gag reflex, but I had real difficulty suppressing it with anything else I tried to take beyond my mouth. I retched with every banana I played with. For some reason, as soon as I had you in my mouth, I also had total control over that particular reflex, and I could take you as deeply as I wanted without any trouble. It must be the combination of the shape of your penis, and the fact that it is you. It's almost the same as the way that you can make me come by playing with my. The passenger door, suddenly opened. Bumfelt's hand went for his holster and the Colt. "Whoooah! Jesus, Theo!" exclaimed the hooker as she leant into the car. "It's me, Nikki. Fucking hell, I thought you was gonna shoot me." "I was," hissed Bumfelt. "Get in." Sexx climbed in. "Drive," she said. Bumfelt did. He put the car into drive and pulled away from the kerbside. "Where?" he asked. "Anywhere but there," Sexx said, glancing over her shoulder at the bar that rapidly receded behind them. "I.