My life without this very special gurl was depressing and went on like this for years. Then a few years ago I heard about a local park where guys woul... cruise for sex. Wait a minute I’m not gay! But it had me thinking maybe I did want to suck her cock! And after too many nights thinking about it, I drove down to the park. I had on black spandex bike pants and a white tank top and my tennis shoes. After getting up my nerve I walked down the path and around to the caves. Several guys were in one. "More for me I guess."David got up from the couch and offered to refresh the wine, Laylah accepted and handed him her glass. Being as stoned as she was, Laylah thought nothing of it when she went looking through the coffee table drawer of another joint.Upon opening the drawer, Laylah noticed a silver cigarette case inscribed with the words 'For Laylah'. She picked it up and turned it over, curiously looking at it."And what to you think you're doing?" David asked angrily as he reentered the room. I finally moved through and put my shorts on as Sam blew out the candles, “Fancy a cold beer Frank?” she said as she walked through the suite, “Sure thing Sam” I replied following her out and into the bar area and took a seat by the window while Sam poured me a drink. A cold beer at 10 o’clock in the morning by the sea, what could be better.I sat there while Sam stood at the bar writing something or other into a notebook, my eyes were glued to her rounded bubble butt so perfect with the cotton. But the words were far too easy for me, and for some strange reason, Icouldn't seem to intentionally make a mistake. Aunt June and Mandynoticed me dancing from foot to foot in the queue of girls andunconsciously pressing my fist against my dress, right over my paddedcrotch. They glanced knowingly at each other when they saw me doing myunmistakable potty-dance, and Aunty June smiled wolfishly inanticipation. After a while all the boys were knocked out of thespelling game, and I was left facing.