!! I have got a brave person as my partner, because accepting yourself needs a lot of courage.Me : But does it make me a gay ?K : Not necessay, dou yo... find guys attractive ?Me : No..!! Not at all..!!K : Paar tumhe toh apni gand marwana aacha lagta hai.Me : Because its only you.K : It means you are almost like a transgender lesbian.Me : I really don’t know what I am, how I am. The only thing I know is that you are my love and I wanna be with you no matter what happens.K : Itna payar karte ho. They all took to calling me Uncle George and our conversation ran from music to movies, with the girls particularly interested in my recounting of the 1970’s. I have a rep as the ‘comical’ uncle and the ladies were well entertained. There was a dance floor by the bar and they insisted that I join them. We danced in a group for at least a half-hour, having a great time. I was aware of several stares from young men, who had to wonder what the fuck the old man was doing with the hot chicks.We were. They looked like she was poured herself into them. She was swearing the boys to secrecy and unbuttoning her blouse. She had on a plain white cotton bra like little girls wear. She reached around behind her back and then stopped. Instead she removed her blouse first and laid it on a lawn chair. Then she once again swore the boys to keep their mouth’s shut and reached back to undo the hooks on her bra. She quickly pulled it off and tossed it on the chair with her blouse. I zoomed in further and. What they didn't tell him was that I was available to any man and had been for seven or more years. The man was obviously interested. Most men are until thet discover my lack of response. But that didn't stop me from wanting him like I always do. My two thieves wandered off down to the canal. One more man fucking me was no big deal, not even as interesting as fishing. But then something strange happened. Some things that would only have happened with a virgin. He couldn't do it. Sure he had.