I was passing through his room room and i saw him reading akhbar e jhan magzine …i stright away went to him as opputtuniy ..its was saturday so boys...were in flim hall and room was emptyi said ” paper kasa gaya”amin” acha hua ”me” yar do saal se tuj se ek cheez mangi hai plz de na”he” nai yar koi a gaya to”plz plz i saidthen he started geting hard as i can see his dick was like a pointer from his trouser i went near him ” lund dikha ” he put his trouser down i started sucking …he said “yar plz. I've never been attracted to men on an emotional level, nor am I interested in kissing or cuddling with men (in fact I find the idea rather gross). I could never have a relationship with a man. Even on a physical level, I am much more apt to appreciate the female form. However, from a purely sexual perspective, I find myself just as aroused by dicks and balls as I am by pussy and tits. I've always been curious about what it would be like to have sex with another man involved, and frequently. She had a small but warm house, so as soon as I was alone I started to look around. I didn’t know if she left her bedroom door open intentionally, but it was open. A quick glimpse inside revealed me she was taking off her pajama trousers, she had a wonderful ass, rounded from the two pregnancies and she had a sparse pubic hair between her thighs. My mouth was watering and my cock started to grow. After the trousers she removed her blouse revealing to me her breast just to discover the most. The restaurant was a little higher class for the second date. We skipped the movie, opting instead for a long walk, talking about everything from graduate school and each of our interests, to our backgrounds, families, travels and other experiences. She invited me into her apartment this time, and we had coffee and talked until the early morning hours. I left her apartment that night wanting to know more about this woman. At least from my point of view, there seemed to be a spark of interest.