Later that evening I left with two of the football groupies that I had also just met at that party. My thought process here was a little bent. Why was...it okay to accept the attentions of those two groupies and not give the time of day to Julie? My logic there would not stand up to detailed scrutiny because the groupies wouldn't remember my name the next day but I was the hero that night. Maybe, just maybe, the difference was that I wanted to be more than just the flavor of the week to Julie.. Uski gand hil rahe the…..Kamla ne mujhe chai ki liye pucha..Or wo kitchen me bannae chali gayi….Or wo jab mujhe chai dene ki liye jhuki uski dono boobs nighty ki andar hawa me uchal rahe the…Ye dekh kar mera lund or tan gaya…Jo ki saf saf pajame me dekh raha tha….Mere nazar uske boobe pet hi jiske nipples bahar nikal rahe the….Mene chai pete samay chai girane ka natak kiya or chai apni upar gira di….Wo turant dorkar mere pass aai or towel se mere badan pochne lagi ….Kabhi mere khade lund ko to. "On the count of three," the photographer called. "One...Two...Three!"My elbows bent, my gloved hands hanging limply at my waist, the frillycanopy of my parasol resting on my skirts behind me, I tilted my head ina feminine manner and smiled in a manner that I hoped would communicateto the world how wonderful I felt at that exact moment."Beautiful!" the cameraman said. I saw no outward sign from him that hecould tell I was male."NEXT!" Gretchen shouted.I stepped off my mark and was now. I felt her thumb start to poke and prod the opening and then felt her cold nose press against me simultaneously with her warm tongue flick against my hole, “Eww sir, this is disgusting!” she mumbled as her tongue licked around, “But think of your education Lucy, I am hating it too” I sighed as I felt her hand on my back forcing me to bend, her tongue quickened as she rimmed me even forcing her tongue inside, “Yes sir, I’m sorry sir, its so disgusting!” she said as my cock stiffened fully again..