I had a few contacts, but nothing ever went past a firstdate, until Michael came along.Michael was handsome--a head of curly dark hair, a dazzling smi...e, andsix-pack abs. And he was charming. Oh, he was charming. I surrendered myvirginity to him. (It was bad enough being a 25-year-old virgin, Iwasn't going to let myself become a 40-year-old virgin--I think that wasthe title of a film eighty or so years ago).Things with Michael went along just great for months. When he startedstanding me up. I figured right then was my chance, and if I was ever going to touch another guys cock, this would be it. I was a nervous wreck, but somehow I worked up the courage to spit out the words, I can jack it some if you want Clay, and if you wont say anything, then neither will I. He sat there for a minute, stone silent, and I was worried that I grossed him out or pissed him off…wishing I could take it all back. After a few minutes, Clay said, Hey Wes, I really appreciate it, and maybe I could get. A murmur of surprised sympathy went up from her colleagues, all much older than she and all male, as they saw the condition of their lovely young high-flying associate. This girl certainly seems to attract trouble wherever she goes, they all thought. None believed her story of a fall. Fell on someone's fists, more likely! Upset her boyfriend - filthy brute, whoever he is - just give me five minutes alone with him - I'd teach him to treat a woman like that. This was the universal reaction. Then. Usne bola maujhe bhi dikhao kitna dam hai tumhare laude me aur kitna der tak chod sakte ho tum kisi ko. Hey bhagwa,,,, uski ye baat sun ke mai to danggg rah gaya. Mai thoda hichkicha ke bola rani tum ye kaise baat kar r ho, tum to aise nai ho? Fir usne bola sale gandu maine tere lund ki photo dekhi hai aur mujhe bahut pasand ae, ab dikha mujhe apna lund,aur ye bolte bolte vo mere pas ae aur mere pant k upar se hi mera lund daba dia. Mai to sihar g ki aaj ek ladki mere sath aisa kar r h.Fir.