She asked me what was my form of therapy. I already knew my answer. ‘Well I am actually a licensed skydiver. My therapy is flying. To me it is the u...timate feat of man. Every body movement I make in midair controls my flight pattern. When I am in the sky my mind does not think about anything but the freedom of flight. It is my passion.’ She was amazed by my answer. ‘I could never do that,’ she said. ‘Yes you can. You have to. I can promise you it will be the most amazing experience of your. I was getting clear radiations from his eyes that this night is going to be some Hollywood movie scene around 10-30 we decided to go for sleep as 3 of us were so much tired after heavy work but I decided to stay awake in night. This new flat was small and had 2bhk. So mom left for 1 room to sleep and that dube said that he will be ok on sofa in drawing room. I played drama of yawning and went to other bedroom but kept the door slight open for his every movement anger 2 hours I sensed some. " At my confused expression, she said, "Like this." She stretched her arms up high, which caused her tiny little top to slide up. My jaw dropped. Just as I suspected, when she raised her arms the clingy top slid up until both of her stiff little nipples popped into view. I stared slack-jawed as she flashed me in the middle of the restaurant's lunchtime crowd. She blushed brightly but her radiant smile betrayed her excitement. She quickly lost her nerve and giggled as she tugged her top down to. Then I protested, "I'm not a faggot." He smiled and slipped his big hand beneath my balls and his forefinger found my ass crack. My legs kind of automatically opened and he fingered my ass. "OK, I'm faggot, sort of," I mumbled. We both laughed."Why don't you slip down on your knees and show me what you can do with your lips." I slide down on the floor like I was melting. Robert lit up a cigarette. I did my best girlie poses for him, ass in the air, as he slowly stroked his erection and drew.