“If you’re just looking for a good time, Michelle, any time,” I smirked. “But you need to deal with the dissection first.”I directed her att...ntion back to the crawfish in their dissection tray. It took a bit of effort, but they managed to complete the assignment. I got up and checked to make sure nobody else needed any help, then went back to my seat in the front of the room.When the bell rang, I was surprised that Tracey came up to me, her face scrunched up, biting her lips.“Steve, do you have. Brenda's chest was not only spectacular in appearance, but also unbelievably sensitive to the touch. In the past, Brenda had cum just by having her nipples sucked, and while it took a tit sucking expert to make it happen, Walt seemed to be a tit sucking connisoire! "Suck me baby," she begged, "suck mama's big nipples!" Just listening to that little girl's voice drove Walt crazy with lust as his pecker was now like a piece of steel trapped in his Levis!In the next few minutes clothes were flying. Kuch 2 minute baad unhone aankhen kholi, aur poocha-Mami: Ye kya kar rahe ho?To maine kaha: Kuch nahi.Fir wo chali gayi. Mujhe darr bhi lag raha tha, ki shayad wo mama ko bata dengi. Fir aise hi 5 din chale gaye. Wo mujhse aankh bhi nahi mila rahi thi. Mujhe bhi sharam lag rahi thi.Us din ke baad aaj khud mami ne mujhe bulaya aur kaha ki unki kamar dard kar rahi thi. Unhone mujhe maalish karne ko bol diya. Mujhe thodi himmat mili, aur maine unki maalish karna start kar diya. Pehle maine unki. If women are heartless, mindless features ofthe landscape, men are unfeeling, unthinking contraptions which farm orexcavate or manufacture the natural resources of femininity andwomanhood. Only by creating fresh metaphors, analogies, and otherrhetorical and poetic figures can writers and readers begin to think ofmen and women anew, in new terms. Gay fiction sometimes attempts toportray some men as feminine, just as lesbian literature occasionallydepicts some women as masculine, and a few.