The wind blew his mop of hair about and his profile was startling and perfect against the inky backdrop: gorgeous man, deep in thought.Bastard.I sk**d...d on a bit of seaweed, and he jerked up to see what the noise was. When he caught sight of me, that vague smile returned, as if he knew I'd come. Like he was just waiting."Hey," he said.I stumbled over to him, still brushing the sand off my cold, bare legs. I stopped a foot away; seemed safest. "Hey." Fancy seeing you here." I could say the same. So I pulled Jay off, flipped him around and with a single motion mounted him. He was so hard from sucking Osei. Osei let us all know I ruined his fun and said I must serve his need. Having Jay completely inside I was not terribly surprised when Osei moved to my ass. Kristen got a tube of lube and slicked us both up as he started to slowly and gently work into me. Something about getting into my ass. There is the external muscle and that pretty much just gets me the cockhead. Then. Soon I had a secret wardrobe, which I hid away in a locked suitcase. My wife was not the suspicious or inquisitive type, so my stash went undisturbed for a couple of years. Whenever she was gone overnight to her daughter's house, William would disappear and Wendi came out and became a sensual, lustful, and very lonely, mature, and quite the effeminate sissy, queer male woman. As I grew older my effeminate queerness became ever stronger. I would dress up, sip on a cocktail, and carry on with. The little girl was moving around, jumping and twisting, a happy smile on her face.“What in the name of all befuddled tavern rats are you doing; are you dancing?” Hassika asked flabbergasted.Menja happily giggled and skipped in front of Hassika.“Yes, can’t you hear him? Atady, I mean daddy, he is singing! At first, I also couldn’t hear him, but Ghania taught me how to listen. You have to close your eyes and think of daddy, but really hard, and then you can hear him singing. It’s a strange song.