My father, the divine extrovert, became silent, his innermost thoughts collapsed in on himself and the voice of despair overtook him. His job left him...to his solace (though his boss let me know when my father had returned that he was welcome to reapply), and his family departed after the funeral (save myself). So my father sat, a shell staring at a television that was almost always off; sat on a couch left only to the dampening whispers of his mind, whispers that explained his own guilt in his. 7 ht and slim personality in Bangalore…,,,,, And as stated by many writers……. Yes i do have got those feelings……Well To start my Story…… I am not a Gay basically….. But really desperate to have some Sex,,,,,, I use to watch many pron sites and like to masturbate myself all the day when i am alone…… I love to imagine myself in several ways but haven’t started imagining as one who loves to do sex with males until this incident took place……Well i live in Hyderabad (but now in Bangalore) in a. It had been one of those glorious late summer days of beautiful sunshine, and even in the early evening was still quite warm, so I'd changed to a pair of shorts and T Shirt and Michael had done the same, Vanessa had gone with a pair of tight shorts that showed off her long, beautiful brown legs to perfection, and a thin half top that hung loosely over her breasts, and as I sipped my drink I looked at her and thought my goodness she was still one of the sexiest ladies I'd ever seen ! she was. In the shower I was looking at her ass and thinking of the great head I had received. Soon I was semi-hard and Gretchen noticed. “Is this for me” she asked grabbing my cock in her hand. “I don’t know, it depends on what you want it for” I replied looking at her for some sign that she might just be putting me on. For all I know she was awake the whole time I was talking to her last night. “I just want to drain the cum out of it” she says to me batting her eyelashes. I inform her that it’s still.