It was an iconic celebration by the gay community and I had, in past years, furtively scanned the web admiring the colours and the confidence of the h...ndreds who marched with pride.And when I said to my brother that I might pop into town to see it, he reacted in a way that amazed me at the time; he was like, "whatever," just as if me going was the most okay thing in the world.So, I caught the train and walked through town to Oxford Street, dressed in jeans and a black tee-shirt, with red floral. I made some smart crack in fun and Hazel asked if she could sit out in the sun. I of course said sure and did she ever sit out. I wasn't paying any attention until there she was, nude except for a thong> Ladies and Gentlemen Hazel has a set of tits like you may have never seen. She's enormous, heavily veined with huge areolea. I thought to myself these women must think I'm made of stone. After Hazel left I had another little autoerotic session. Not as intense as behind Pearl but it was. When we arrived I knew exactly what we were going to do, I offered them Tequila that I found in the fridge and cheese that was the only thing left in my fridge that day, I almost always dine in cafeterias so my fridge is just for the beer.When we entered my bedroom I grabbed Carmen by her butt, she didn’t resist, she just giggled sluttish, I sat in bed and looked at Carmen and Jessica, “So, what are we going to do?”, I asked and smiled insolently. It was clear what they were here for.They. “Dude, that’s like sexy as hell. Is that Chaucer?”I laughed, and said “Nope, that’s from The Bible.”I could see that all three of them were staring at me in disbelief.“Come on dude” I said. “You know, the ‘Song of Songs’, normally attributed so King Solomon? You can’t tell me you have never read it!”He shook his head, “Naw dude. Mostly I just tried to get my Hebrew as good as I could, learned what they told me to learn, and practiced so I could read from the scroll without stuttering. For me it.