“are pagal koi gaand marne se aadmi homo thodi ho jata hai. Mano meri baat tumne maaza ayega aur roz meri gaand maroge.” Usne kaha. Mein mana kart... raha aur wo jid karti rahi, aakhir meine kaha ki “thik hai mein tumhari gaand marunga par ek shart par agar mujhe maza nahi aaya to nahi karunga, thik hai”Usne kaha “thik hai mujhe manzoor hai, tumhare paas vaseline hai ?”“kyon vaseline ka kya karogi” meine pucha.“vaseline apni gaand par aur tumhare lund par lagaongi, jisse meri gaand chikni ho jaye. I laughed and told him they really were silly looking, but that was followed immediately by the most passionate kiss I could provide. He looked so sexy in those socks, all I wanted to do was feel them and fuck him until he came so hard that he was seeing colors and stars. We were hurried, as his hands found my box and played with my clit. We rushed to get him inside of me. I felt that I would come just from feeling the contrast of his strong, manly arms around me while his stockings were. It turns out that Bob was fascinated with sex. He'd tell me about hisgirlfriends. He'd fantasize about girls in our classes. I was quiet, buthe loved to talk.Finally, after a few weeks, I had to speak up. I couldn't disclose mycross-dressing fantasies, but I had to ask about one piece of it. While Iconsidered myself straight, I had to know what it was like to be a girl.So, as we neared my apartment one night, I asked, "Bob, I have a strangequestion. I really want to know what it's like to give. . don't you?” “Yes.” His hips bucked as he tightened his grip on his cock, his jaw set with concentration. He briefly closed his eyes, lids fluttering in ecstacy as he brought himself to the brink once more, increasing the pace. He opened them again and roughly grabbed my one of my breasts, his thumb making a circle around my nipple and then kneading the flesh. “Ask me... ask me,” he panted, stroking faster, sweat running from his forehead. “Tell me you want to me to come all over you.”.