Mai to pagal hue ja raha tha tabhi unke muh se aaaaahhhhh ki awaj nikli to mai samjh gaya ki ab inka bhi mood ho raha hai shararat karne ka to maine m...auke ka faida uthate hue unse bola ki aap let jayiye mai aapki malish kar du to wo nahi nahi kehne lagi lekin mai jiddi insan aakhir unhe mana hi liya aur unko saree hatane ko bola to wo boli koi dekh liya to mai bola aaj koi nahi dekhega kyunki maine darwaja band kar diya tha wo khadi hui aur boli ki tumhi ise bhi hatao mere to bura haal ho gaya. A few days later I was just waking up when Karma came into the room and sat on the bed. She looked kind of embarrassed and asked me “Mads can I ask you a question?” I told her yeah she can ask me anything. She asked “Do you think that maybe I can watch next time you have sex with a guy.” I was taken back by her asking this. I really did not expect it but I was kind of excited. I told her that this afternoon I was going to have a threesome with James and his roommate. She said “Wow” but she was. It was like talking to a girlfriend, rather than to a guy, when she had one of her chitchats with him. There was none of the underlying sexual tension that would inevitably creep into a man-woman thing. The playacting. The put-on vulnerability and giggly flirtatiousness that was expected of the woman. The barely-controlled aggressiveness that the guy was supposed to show. It was all so very stupid and so often turned sour. But talking to a gay man -- a queer, by golly! -- felt so right. So. Scooby had a dick that could take down anyone, but the way he fucked him made him feel so close to nature, so close to the essence of his being, so complete. It was Buford who made an end to it: “Hey, Scooby. You made everybody hard again giving us that show. You’re the only one who hasn’t been f*cked yet. What about you bottom up for both of us at the same time? You think you can handle a double penetration?” “I guess there’s only one way to find out”, Scooby said, “how do you plan to do this,.