”I sensed something wrong. “It seems you never had a good sex in your life. Does your husband have sex with you?”My words made her angry this ti...e. Without answering, she went away. But next Saturday, she came to me. “I am sorry I went away rudely last week.”“It’s okay. I just asked as a friend,” I played an emotional card. And it worked.She said, “Okay, I never shared these details with anyone but I am going to tell you now. My husband is a selfish person. He never thinks of anyone but himself. “Thank you!”“Do you have a boyfriend, Jay,” Uncle Clarence changed the subject.“Uh. What,” Jayshawn stuttered.“A boyfriend,” the driver repeated.“Why would you ask me that? I like girls,” Jayshawn hissed.“Oh really,” laughed Uncle Hal. “You can drop the act with us. We’re not like you uptight aunties.”Uncle Clarence added, “We been seeing switch around for years and play with dolls. We ain’t judging.”“Okay,” Jayshawn began his confession. “I like boys, but I don’t have a boyfriend.”“Why not,”. The girl matched his demo and Johnson quickly lifted his ass off the couch, stood in front of her and swiftly unzipped his shorts and yanked them down to his feet. Carly still with her mouth in the favored “O” position looked down at his rock hard cock. In fact, the first real cock she had seen this close . . . and was mesmerized by it."Wow, it's so long,” she said imagining in her mind . . . that it had to be a foot or more in length. "You can touch it . . . if you want to."She reached out a. I felt a warn stirring in my trousers. I smiled and handed over the bottle and we exchanged pleasantries.I was ushered through into the lounge, and there was her boyfriend and another female friend, sat joking and drinking.I mentally shrugged, and guessed there WAS nothing to read into this invitation.The boyfriend, Barry, and the other girl, Linda, sat chatting. She was playing with her hair and biting her lip, and laughing just a little too much to Barry's jokes. She was into him, that was my.