“I want to sleep, not spend the rest of the night defending myself from you two guys!”“Just for a few minutes, honey,” Raman begged. “A litt...e hand and mouth work won’t hurt you anything, Honey.”“Okay! But, it is only a few minutes!” Shilpa agreed. Lying on her back she reached for each of our cocks. Raman’s 4 inch was fully hard now and her hand had engulfed its entire length. Her other hand grasped my 8-inch giant cock and it came alive again to her soft touch, throbbing and pulsing like an. And guys were pretty much everywhere. Alone I was more relaxed. I enjoyed watching myself undress in a mirror. Sometimes I even took a hand mirror and put it between my legs to study myself ‘down there.’ In bed, I’d caress my nipples and pinch my labia. It was good, very, very good–although I hadn’t quite managed a full-blown orgasm. All that changed the summer I visited Aunt Wendy’s cattle ranch in eastern Wyoming. On the drive back from the airport, Aunt Wendy pulled a small silver flask from. If she had any complaints, it was some of the other residents. She'd always enjoyed her moments of solitude, where she could read, think, work on her garden, and other people had been a distraction. But now, June the 7th, it was a beautiful Summer's day and there was no-one around to disturb her. It was so gloriously quiet at Westfield Cottages, Mary could hear her own heartbeat, amid the twittering of the birds in the trees. The dialogues that had constantly crowded her consciousness had. .."I'm Mark, and I'd really like to listen and help if I can" The gentle voice said."Err, I think I might be gay. No I know I'm gay"I'm gay too, it's nice to speak with you. Is that the first time you've said that to anyone?"Yeah!"How did that feel....?And so the conversation rolled on. Mark told me that they ran a youth group (for anyone under 21, which was then the 'age of consent' for gay males in the UK). Would I like to go? "Yes" was my eager, excited reply. The following Saturday at the.