Meri avrg body hai. meri email id hai ye meri iss par pahli story hai. maine iss par kafi story read ki hain unme se kuchh story mujhe bahut achhi bh... lagi hain.In story ko padhne ke bad mera bhi man hua ki main bhi apni story likhu isliye aaj main apni story likh raha hu ok ab main aap sabko bore na karte hue apni story suru karta hu. Me har Saturday ko night club me jata hu. Hamesha ki tarah hum friends (3) club gaye vaha par ham beer pi rahe the apni masti me bate kar rahe the thabhi. My best fuckin’ friend became my un-best friend that fuckin’ night. He was not… what’s the fuckin’ word?... penitent. That’s it. Penitent. Not fuckin’ penitent.A month later he’s spending money on pedicures and orange deck shoes. He painted his toenails lime green. What the fuck kind of man gets his ass bailed out by his family and then spends money on that crap? A fifty-eight-year-old man married to a forty-four-year-old woman does not do this.So now you know. That’s why fuckin’ her was the. Are you dressed?"I knew what she meant. Was I wearing women's clothes? I could lie. Butthen she'd quiz me and I hate lying to her."No." Pout! Why not?" Had to change when real estate agent came."Then, I added, "Almost got caught!" Really?! How exciting!"Exciting? I don't think so. More like, 'How petrifying!'"It was awful!" What did you do?" Jumped in the shower before they got inside. Then changed." Ha! Good quick thinking." Yeah. I was lucky." So, why aren't you dressed. His swollen cock was bouncing with the beat of his heart as I finished shaving him, and when I released his scrotum and stopped pressing my fingers against his cock root he let out a huge sigh, but I wasn’t sure if it was out of disappointment or relief. Even though I told him he didn’t need to be embarrassed by his erection, he still had his eyes closed, so I said, “Okay Bobby, we’re just about done.”“Really, that’s it,” he asked as he slowly opening his eyes and watched me as I used a damp.