Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving ...artner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They. Once we got to the hotel, I laid out the food. Ben had followed me around the store, not questioning, just watching and holding items I handed him. He smiled when he saw the two bottles of wine I had picked up earlier and opened one, pouring each of us a glass. I touched my glass to his and we sipped, not saying anything, just staring at each other. I slowly took the wine from his hand and started to strip him. He allowed himself to be undressed and I took my time discovering him as I bared his. As I had gotten so engrossed in my meat beating I had not realised there was a hole in the door facing me , it was covered up with a bit of toilet paper when I got there but I suddenly relaised there was an eye peeping through it watching me.I nearly dropped dead on the spot ,I was very naive about gay sex and what really went on , and the thought of being caught was terrifying .The watcher whispered , "what beautiful panties I loved the show" my cock instantly hardened and my heart raced. .. "Kami has been taking lessons!" I said. Now he was confused, and he had a slight look of disappointment on his face. "Oh... What kind of lessons?" he asked. "Belly dancing!" Kami said excitedly, and he instantly regained interest. My husband is really fond of attractive bellies and belly dancing has always been a huge turn-on for him. I tried my hand (err, hips?) at lessons years ago but I was a complete failure, I could never figure it out... I'm sure that was a disappointment to.