Stone, captain of the Flying Dutchman, 3:22pm October 27th 2006I heard Coach Bromby's voice next. "Jacob, what about our team's practice soccer balls?... They told me you had them."I summoned my will power. Not a chance I was ready to let them know how much the proceeding conversation affected me. "I do. I figured you, or at least the players would have preferred the space free for the cheerleaders." Good guess." I have the record books and two ball bags in the Flying Dutchman." Okay. But I have. She took me to her club the next morning and I watched her and most of the girls I had fucked, perform. I got horny just watching.She brought up the issue again"I didn't see any guys dancing" No, the guys dance at a different club. You know, like Chippendale" Are you serious?"She convinced me to go to the male dance review and attend amateur try outsShe brought some special clothes for me and taught me some dance moves."Girls want to see you thrust your package" I'll try"After my dance she told. Her fingers seemed to know where to touch and how to rub and it felt so odd like they knew just how to open me there. I still felt very tender down there but she seemed to be gentle and careful and at no point did I ever want it to stop. Next thing I realized that my knees were turned out some and her hands seemed to rub me down there so good. Now Im a little embarrassed to admit this to myself, but I had on a few occasions found this really wonderful place down there to touch. That place is. After coming to Pune, I had to spend Monday to Friday alone at my rented 2 BHK flat in one of the posh areas of Pune. Staying alone makes you think of indulging in some mischief’s and adventures. I made up my mind to get some females in Pune for casual sex. I used to logon to chat rooms and try my luck. But to my horror, in today’s day, there are more gays available for sex than women. My frustration continued. One day, I thought of sending a post onto one of the local websites asking for.