The three quarter moon promised to be nice and bright in the clear sky. “I could get used to this.” I thought. Taking another sip, I got up and ...egan exploring some of the sculptures and things tucked into the garden. Behind the cypress bush, I found my first surprise. A white stone sculpture, about half scale of a woman in old time dress and petticoats pulled up over her ass, as a man with a huge cock prepared to enter her from behind. “Excuse me.” I mumbled and stepped back. It looked. Just as a woman and I can kiss passionately, feel our knees get weak and fall back on the bed and have very hot sex, I get the same feeling when I do it with a man. I’m that way to this day. I much prefer men who are not afraid to be intimate and passionate and let down the male barriers that usually prevent romance, intimacy and passion. It’s actually a faux-romance, faux-passion which I can switch off and then on again when we next meet. It's the heat of the moment type thing. I have no. When I saw you get undressed the first time, you just dropped your jeans and pulled off your underwear, just let it drop to the floor, no big deal, get dressed and undressed every day, the curve of your belly, the angle of your hip, the roundness of your tummy right above, your little reddish-brown bush, the cleft of you way at the bottom of your belly, that is a big turn on for me, just to see that. I want to put my face against that tummy, slide my tongue into your pubes and lick and kiss you. Dekh tere yar ane wale hai. Jab tujhe bahar bulaye tabhi ana hai. Aur jate hi sabke pair chukar ashirwad lena hai. Ab se ye sab tere pati hai, jab jha chahe tujhe ragad kar chodenge.Fir Anita bahar ati hai. Aslam aa chuka tha. Woh truck chalata tha aur hatta katta Musalman tha.Anita: Aao mere raja, tere musal jaise lund ka intzar tha mujhe.Aslam: Sali randi, Birju se jo roj chudti hai tab nahi ata mera lund. Chutiya mat kat.Anita: Sale, tu bhi to randiyo ko pelta hai. Chal chod aj to tere khub.