It was Roland, the husband of Anita's sister who told me the bad news. It was his brother who was in "inner circles" in the town who had witnessed a s...range wager at a wild party. It was the ex NHL hockey player, an outstanding "Don Juan" in this town who, after a few drinks together with his "admiring tail" had shown pictures of him fucking the much hated blond tall good looking and almost newly-wed young parking ward. He bragged that he was able to seduce and fuck every woman in this town if. And the name is Zoey,” she said as she turned and went back into the cabin.Rob made his way to the barn and as he took care of his horse, he heard the door opened. Zoey walked into the barn carrying a lantern and some clothes in her arms.“I brought you some dry clothes. I hope they fit.” Zoey told him holding them out to him.“Thank you,” Rob said taking them from her hands, surprised to feel a chill coming off them.Zoey smiled at him and headed back to the cabin. For a few minutes, Rob just. With these thoughts in mind, what do you think that makes me? Considering all the information gathered, my best guess would be a closet bi-sexual.Being 22, you would say I’m still a youngin’ on the bar scene. In just one year I had visited many straight bars and never really had any luck. I couldn’t tell if it was my character, appearance, or lack of social skills, heh – maybe a combination of all possibilities. Whatever it was, it furthered my curiosity for a shemale. Finally, that. The pre-cum acting like lip-gloss, makes your lips shine. Your soft lips part and you move your head forward, taking two inches of my stiff shaft into your mouth. I look down into your humiliated eyes as your close your red lips around by prick and gently and rhythmically begin to suck me off your lips adjusting to the size of my prick and stretching uncomfortably around it. While all this has been going on I have subconsciously noticed that the shower has stopped a while ago. The door of the.