But, i didn’t stop seeing her. We then went for shopping, cleaned the house and got drunk together. Like for two weeks straight, we had fun. Then i ...as pretty busy with my office work and didn’t see her for two nights. The next day evening, she gave me a call asking me to come-over, if i’m free. I felt really good. So, that next moment, i went to her place. This time when she opened the door, i really saw her.Straightened hair, long ear studs, reddish lips, white t-shirt and jeans. Looking at. But I always watch or read gay related things just for fun. But later I realized that I love it. It is not a fun anymore it’s a part of my life. I want to try these things like sucking and want my ass get fucked by some stranger. But I hadn’t enough courage to do that.But one day I read a story that how a men meet with a stranger on internet and I browsed many sites but all I vain. At last I tried on Facebook as last option but with fake name and id. I searched for local gays but can’t found. About mid-afternoon, when everyone left for the lake, I decided to stay in camp and read. I climbed into the hammock with my book, but I spent more time thinking about sex, actual or imagined, than actually reading. I dozed off.When I woke up I looked at my phone. It was nearly 4. I had to decide: Would I go through with it or not? Looking back on it now, I don’t suppose there was ever much chance I wouldn’t go. I was too curious, too sexually charged after what had happened the last two. The smiling black woman asked, Are you wearing pantyhose? What an odd question I thought to myself. Actually this whole conversation was odd. My cheeks went even redder as I answered, suddenly embarrassed by my odd fetish, I hate pantyhose. I am wearing thigh-highs. Mmmmmmmmm, she purred, her hand on my arm, ever so delicately, sending an uncontrollable chill up my spine, you are going to make a good pet. Pardon? I muttered, completely rattled by her last comment and her hand still on my arm..