." I said, having found what he said the opposite of what I had hoped. "So you think I'm more queer than I used to be." No..." Eric said, giving me a ...oncerned look. "I only meant you seem... wiser, or more grown up. You're not afraid of showing how you feel about me because you know who and what you are, and don't give a damn about what others think."And I know you still like girls, not guys, so don't give me that going queer shit," he scolded. "I guess you just don't... show off like you used. It was holidays again I was all alone at home. Guys you know how it’s like to be alone at a home. So here is what I usually do surf internet so to say watch porn. I was left ‘high’ after watching this kind of stuff.Now something to say about my room and my room was upstairs. I keep my computer near windows for obvious reason through this window I could see next house backside but nobody was living their. They were all settled in US and so even though I opened the window, I keep my curtain down. Tiny girls. Tiny women. Tiny mothers, with their tiny mistakes, refusing to accept that the party is over, that they can’t apologize or write an essay or do community service to get away with their particular error in judgment. Some of them have embraced motherhood, with a pathetic grasp, and those ones don’t cry. They plot. There are four of them. Cheyenne lays down a five card straight. ‘Fuck a duck!’ My hands drop the cards. ‘How do you do it? That’s four games in a row.’ The serene Shambala. Her tits fell free and she kept her heels on her feet. She sank to her knees and pulled my boxers to the floor. She sucked my dick and pumped my shaft. She spit on my rod and sucked my balls while she jerked me off. Her left hand was quickly rubbing her pussy while she blew my dick. She looked up at me with her innocent eyes and moaned while she continued her oral assault. My balls boiled quickly and I had to shift attention before I shot my load from just her oral skills.I pulled her up.