Always talking about how we'd fuck all day and night. How he wanted to so badly to fuck him and use him. He constantly claimed he was better than my g... and I'd tease him saying he wasn't. That seemed to get him going and it usually turned him up a notch trying to compete with my gf. With weeks of constantly talking and cumming together online, It escalated and soon we found ourselves wanting to make it happen for real. He begged me over and over to fuck him, to go see him, to make him my gay. . Mujhe essa dekh bhabhi ne mujhe apni rajai oda Di jisse wo mere pass aa chuke the .kyunki hamare dono takthe saath mein joode the.unke garam per mere thande pero ko chu rahe the mujhe bahut maja aa raha tha mene socha bhabhi kitne garam h agar mein unke saath chipak kar sota to kitna garam maja aata.agle din mein pura din yehi sochta raha. Raat ko bhabhi k bachhe mujhse kahani.Sunne k liye jidd karne lage mene mana kr diya or bhabhi ko kaha AAP sunao nhone ne rajai mein Gus kr mere pass beth. "This stereotype is going to split you in two." And he might be right. My hand rested somewhere along a thick shaft, a few inches down his pant leg. 

"Bartender! Put my drinks on this lovely lady's tab, and bring her the bill now." He said this loud enough for those close to hear, but I didn't put up a fight, I just signed the bill."Now you sweet little thing, you're going to kiss me so all these boys understand." And I did, and it was sexy. Emotionally, I felt as if I was on stage, physically. He started crying again, I told him what ever it was, it can't be that bad. After he calmed down some he told me what he and Danny ( not his name) did. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. It turns out that boys will be boys, and as he told his story I remembered my own c***dhood.HIS STORY; He Robert (again not his real name) and Danny had been playing this game for a while. They would come home from school, go to Danny's room and both strip naked and get under the covers. They'd touch.