"Sleepily I opened my eyes and almost drowned in her beautiful, diamond blue eyes, so close to mine. She bent down the last few inches and kissed me l...vingly. As if by reflex my hands started moving to touch her body, but then she broke the kiss and giggled. "Oh, no. Oh, no. You're not going to touch me now. The state my pussy is in would just make you blabber about Alfred again. I'll go and have a shower now. And don't you join me. We have other things to do today." Off she went. A little. Fir hum dehradoon pahuche mai bus se utar ke condom le aaya aur kuch khhane peene ke cheejebhi le aaya jaise hi mai bus me chadha to dekha ki usne mangalsootra aur sindoor laga liya tha.Fir bus masoori ki liye chal padi bus me bheed bhut kam thi kyuki wo off time tha ab wo mujhse jor se chipak gayi aur maime use bhut smooch kiya .Maine uske boobs ko bhar nikaal ke khoob choosa . Masoori pauchne ke baad fir hum ek hotel gaye kyuki off time tha hume room sasta aur asani se mil gaya hamne ek. As a bisexual Black male, I tried to show the world that Men’s Rights Activism and the struggle for Gay Equality weren’t mutually exclusive goals. I tried to expose the extreme Gender Bias in the American Criminal Justice System. Don’t know about it? Try asking a father who wants to spend time with his son or daughter. Especially if the mother doesn’t want him to spend time with them. The courts would have you believe most American fathers are delinquents and the most irresponsible men of all.. ‘Why?’ She asked. I looked up at her and saw a sudden change of expressions on her face. ‘We should go swimming!’ She exclaimed. Before I even had time to protest, she grabbed my hand and started running towards the lake. All I could do was follow but I was somewhat confused as to what had just happened. One second I was kissing her and the next we were running down a hill towards a lake. When we got to the wharf, she took off the hoodie I had given her, then her tank top, followed by her.