He turned on my lights and dimmed them. It was lit but not bright, as if by candle light. Still cradling me in his arms I felt him fidget while removi...g his shoes. He curled me up into a kiss before tossing me onto the bed. The fire in his eyes flashed as he pulled his shirt off over his head and crawled above me. His kisses were soft and then rough, his desire pouring out with each tongue twist. Nibbling his way around to my neck he trailed kisses down to the buttons that fastened my shirt. It's a sociology study called "From MetroSexuals to Transsexuals." Again?"Frankie laughed. "I'm a sociologist. It's a study about the evolvingmerge of gender blurring. So the study runs the gammet from metrosexualsto transsexuals. The idea being that gender is constantly changing andthe lines are dissolving." Really? That sounds interesting. I'm sure that everyone knows a lot ofmetrosexuals these days. Even my friends call me a metrosexual because Ihave a lot of free time on my hands for. Sweat trickled down his weatherworn forehead and pockmarked nose. “You ever seen a cock like this before, darling?” he asked, as his hands roved gently over my feet and legs, while his other hand toyed with his cock and balls. He hefted his balls in his palm then rolled his foreskin back and forth over the helmet head, displaying his raw genitalia for my pleasure.It looked horrific at first. I had never seen anything that looked so mean and nasty. The shaft of his cock was like a spaghetti. .tum itna jada dabaoge to aur badi ho jayengi…please itna to mat dabao….Rohit:Badi Badi ho jayengi to dabanae mein aur bhi maja aayega….kya tumhen maja nahi aa raha…Sunita:Maja to aa raha hai par yeh thik nahi hum aaj pehli baar mile aur tumhen mujhe aaj hi adhe se jada nanga kar diyaRohit:Meri jaan phone par to maine tujhe poora nanga kar diya hai.. aur na jaane tere saath saath kiya hai.. kya yaad nai…Sunita:Sab yaad hai par phone pe alag baat hai..Ab maine uski chuchiyon pe dabao aur badaha.