He worked in a brothel filled with rough sailors; that didn't help the effeminate Brahms. Once he could grow a beard, he did, and never shaved it. Mik... could very well suffer the same fate.There was something else about Mike that was feminine, beside the soft look. Being raised in an all girl household hadn't helped. His sisters had taken over part of his upbringing since their mom had to work such long hours. They molded him in ways they liked. Added to his naturally androgynous looks, his. I do hope so! The problem is whatto select from the hundred or so that make the story. They are so goodthat it is a pity to have to choose so few, should I add a third? No.That will only lead to the need for more.I'll just stick to the two, though I realise that the story can be readbackwards or forwards from the chosen two. To keep it simple, I'lldescribe in their correct order. The first is really very simple. Just a naked man sandwiched between twoelegantly dressed women. One lady, on the. The lad was obviously completely smitten.Turning towards Masika he could see the same look, with little hearts flying round her head. In her case it was more like the trashy romance novels his former wife, now lead concubine, Deirdre read – gooey eyes and heaving bosom, and Masika’s could certainly heave impressively. She had it as badly as Julius. Love at first glance.“Thanks, Masika. Sit down,” Frank told her.His words barely got through to her. She got one of the beers close enough for Frank. As his finger continued to move up and down K’s pussy touching just inside, he moved his face down to hers and kissed her as he wiggled his index finger around her pretty little pussy. It moved slowly up and down and he pushed a little more feeling it opened a little now. He felt it move into her love hole about an inch. B again wiggled it and K again lifted her hips pressing her slit against his finger. He moved it around and back up and down as he kissed and kissed and kissed her giving her.