“I hear you and if you tell me you aren’t gay, that’s who you are and I can’t say anything about it. Let me just give you my opinion and you m...ke what you want with it,” she tells me, giving me a reassuring smile.I nod, frowning.“Being straight or gay is not only to tell who you want to sleep with, it is, in my opinion, to tell who you want to have a love relationship with. You have to separate two things, sexual desires, and love. A man might be straight, but curious about other men, meaning. I thought I saw him then, I looked twice and he was gone, I was gettingmore and more paranoid now, I saw him everywhere, I saw him even withpeople who couldn't be him. Then I caught sight of Mister Patel, myAsian shopkeeper from the day before, my nerves were on edge, I steeredmy wife in another direction and luckily she didn't notice what I wasdoing as we arrived near the bottom of the park by a middle sizedmarquee.A tall muscular man came up to us he had a tray with a bottle and someglasses. Her knees become weak and her head is leaning back against his chest and shoulder. She doesn’t realize her drink is being removed from her hand and placed aside. Nothing is hurried and the slowness and gentle spot caresses are really turning her on. Sanjula feels like she is floating with the waves. No energy needed and just floating.Two rough hands enclose her breasts and she can feel his hot breath on her neck. He shudders and closes the distance between his front and her back. They are now. ”In a flash she’s up, down goes the shorts and she sits back on top of me. She straddles my dick and rubs herself on the whole length, he lips open up and she’s rubbing her clit on my pole, kissing my face all over while I’m grabbing her tits. Now folks, about 2 minutes have passed since she came in to my office. I’m afraid I’m going to get fucking ****d over here. Not complaining mind you, just an observation. And she’s moving up, and down, and up, and down over my shaft. When she put her feet.