Around me danced whatlooked to be Spanish women who moved in unison to the rhythm of thedrums. That was when I saw her. The cleaning woman, standing i... front ofme, opposite side of the fire, naked with her hands outstretched andraised. Cultural beads draped over her neck. The other women looked toher with great respect. Looking to the sky, she spoke softly, "Aylar."Without moving, I sat and watched as she raised her voice, "Aylar. Aylar.AYLAR." Then screaming that word, "AYLAR!" Thunder crashed. I actually had a few dates with some girls and a couple of them indeedbecome girlfriends of sorts, but sex didn't work very well, and theyquickly dropped me, and both times I realized that it was basically myfault, because I never seemed to satisfy them, although I also knew theynever made me feel deeply in love or committed beyond an earlyinfatuation that quickly washed away.So, here starts my confession: while I tried to date girls and become aregular guy, I had been partly attracted to men. But the real surprise was still to come. As I gazed upward in ecstasy, with Annie’s tongue caressing that bundle of nerves between my balls and arsehole, I felt another pair of lips slide over and down my cock. Willi! You mongrel! My immediate instinct to pull away was swamped by a rush of pleasure as all my groin sensors were teased to bursting. Seeing my reaction, Annie licked a finger and slipped it into my hole, which really tested my sexuality, her other hand pumping my cock into Willi’s. Her spanking definitely seemed to help resolve her mood. But, for how long?~ ~ ~The next morning, Carolyn was different. She looked me in the eye and then looked away as if a little embarrassed."I am sorry about last night," she said softly.I lifted her chin towards me and kissed her passionately on her pretty little mouth. She kind of collapsed into my arms. Nothing was said about the spanking. But, hopefully, she had learned something from having her soft round ass warmed when she entered.