I never looked at men with any lustfulthoughts. But that all changed when I fell in love with a man. How canthat be?But, after all, who understands ...ove? Not even science can explainattraction like this. All that I knew is that I have to be with Scott,and I need to make him love me back.I must have always been gay. I know that now. It must have been deepinside me - repressed - just waiting for a trigger to open it up. He wasthat trigger.But he is not gay. He can never love me the way. I followed her to the kitchen where sheproceeded to tell her friend she was having coffee with as they bothbroke out in laughter. I was crushed and humiliated as I slumped in achair and watched TV. I wondered what she told my father that evening.The next memory was with a group of girls and guys in my friend's backyard. One girl took a box of clothes from her mother intended fordonations and we all tried on dresses, tops, panties, bras, slips, skirtsand even high heels. Laughing together, other. I am a big fan of this site. The stories are so nice and exciting and first a little about me. I am Hari and I am 29 years old. Basically I am from Ranchi. I completed my engineering at Chennai.I have worked and stayed at Hyderabad, Chennai, Kochi and now at Bangalore. I always had a fascination for South Indian guys. I loved them way more than any other Northies or Bengalis. I love their muscular bodies, darker complexion and moustaches especially.The raw sexual appeal oozing out of them. It would be a fun weekend away from the kids where she could relax during the day and provide the hungry men with delicious meals in the evenings. She enjoyed cooking and receiving the after dinner compliments about what a wonderful cook she was. They all arrived at the house and as the guys pulled together their tackle Megan left for the grocery store. She had her list of meals ready – a Thanksgiving style feast and spaghetti with made from scratch tomato sauce and meatballs. Once at the store.