I tried want ads (weird results), dating services (everyone lies), chat rooms (also weird… and dangerous) and finally found something called gay-for...pay.Most of these men claim to be straight but in dire need of money. Maybe, but they will do things I don’t think any straight man would do for any amount of money. At least I know I wouldn’t. It’s funny, but none of them ever self-identify as bi-sexual, as I do.After trying a variety of guys I found three I really liked, so when the urge becomes. I noticed he was always trying to sneak a glance at me when i wasnt looking. It was at the height of fashion then for mini skirts and boots with tights.One night i had arranged for night out with some old friends. I got dressed up in short silky blue dress with matching black silky bikini panties, bra, tan pantyhose and white PVC knee high boots. On the way out i bumped into my father in law (Tim) and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. He insisted on taking me for a first drink at the. He purposely put the brakes on so that my breasts pressed on his back. I also enjoyed it. One night, we went to a disco. I told my parents that I was going to my friend’s house for a sleepover. The disco was fully crowded. Ishan asked us to find a place for sitting and went for buying some drinks. We found an empty corner and settled down there. Ishan returned with a bottle of vodka. We decided to have it neat. I was getting high. Ishan asked me for a dance. I went with him. Honey singh’s MAI. She was sat there so innocently with her knees swinging open and closed as I sat opposite her and couldn't resist a peak at her crotch but then felt guilty of thinking that way.I eventually made my excuses and got up to leave the room as my now softening tool was twitching.As I was leaving, she giggled and blurted,"Look at you, oh my god is it always that big?"I just turned away and said that I was going to wash the car, "But it's teeming down David, your not nervous with me dressed like this.