I wasn't a man... I wasn't gay... I wasn't a woman either... I was simply a cocksucker... I was simply where I was meant to be... on my knees... sucki...g a cock attached to a nameless, faceless, man.Instinct took over.I bobbed.Slowly at first, trying to get used to my mouth stretched in a way it wasn't used to. But as my mind turned off and I became a straight cocksucker, my body took over and I bobbed faster... wanting to be a great cocksucker and wanting to earn my first load of cum.I won't. I repeated the movement from the temples down a couple more times, then threw in a variation. Instead of just pausing behind the earlobes, I took them between my fingers and thumbs and gently rubbed and pulled them. I then released them and ran my hands down the face and across the neck just under the jaw.That changed the nature of the game. I pulled my hands outward to the shoulders, then up the sides of the neck, pausing just behind the earlobes for an instant before going back down and out.. I could see life being way too complicated if I had to juggle arelationship with Justin and an ongoing threesome. I also had no doubtthat, quite apart from any further fun that Joanna might have withShauna, they were quite capable of finding new partners of their own.But what I also realised was that it was time to resolve things with mygoddess. And so the following Saturday I cancelled my usual date withJustin and instead headed off to a pub, not at all close to my usualhaunts, where I knew. –mak nie shue thakish tui abar amak lojja dekhash. (dadi tipponi katlo)Nani bollo,–toder shukh-e amader shukh.Khabar sheshe sobay uthe gelam. Dadi mak amar dike ishara kore bollo, jao bouma ok dudh dao, sobto berie jasse.Ghore dhuklam. Amader sajano ghor. Majhkhane bed, besh boro. Tinjon onayashe shua jay. Nice karpet. Attached bathroom. Amar du bouer dutu wardrobe. Amar ekti almari. Dekhi dujoney notun kapor sajate basto. Gorom khub beshi porese. Ma ghore dhukei blouse khule felese, tar gae.