"I don't wanna stop you from doing anything you think is fun. I just don't want you to think that you gotta do stuff just to please me."She was smilin... and she pulled further away and then started to slide downward in the bed. Her face turned towards me, eyes twinkling, telling me that she knew exactly what she was doing to me. Her fingers on one hand curved under my scrotum, lightly tickling, causing my dick to lurch. The fact that a mere touch from her fingers could make me jump like that. If it is so unusual for him to ask a girl to go on a date, he must really like you. Gosh another McFarlane chasing one of us Macgregor's now there's a thing."My mum laughed and said, "He is hardly chasing me. He is just asking me to dinner because he enjoyed talking with me at Christmas."Then Rebecca intervened and said indignantly.Another McFarlane chasing a Macgregor, Huh! I don't think so." She said. "I bet if this goes anywhere, it will be because your mum decides she is going to make sure. You dramatically unleashed your breasts, and I shifted to accommodate my impatient trouser bowser. Woof! Down! I was going to make this last. You lifted your right leg and shimmied out of your jeans, turning slightly as you bent over, so I could see your beautiful ass. I shifted on the sofa to give my now rock hard cock more room, and your breasts hung down. "Man! I thought! Maybe there is a god! I am going to do everything to this incredible creature!You stepped out of your pumps and stood. Normally we ended up in my local bar but this night Dave told me he wanted me to go to his favorite hangout. It was down in the Village and I didn't need to be told that it wasn't going to be like the place we usually went.We found two stools at the bar and got our beers and I looked around. This was obviously a gay bar. I wasn't surprised. Dave's inclination was no news to me. Dave asked if I was OK there and I answered that I was then he asked if I ever thought about sex with another guy. I.