“Look mate I am in a bit of shit, can you put me up for the night,” he says, very seriously.“Sure, but it’s only a small pad with one bed,” ...I say, nervously and with desires building.“Could it hold both of us,” he queried.“I think so, it’s a double sized bed,” I answered.We leave via a cab to my apartment.Inside I put more antiseptic lotion on his abrasions, while he rubbed toothpaste to his teeth.In my bedroom he strips off completely and slides into bed.I strip off to my boxers and tee, when. Then I took his penis in my hand and it was not erected as I wrapped my fingers tightly his penis erected in a moment. I was holding his penis and moving his skin up and down then I said him to come near me and keep his bag on his right so no one could see us. I was able to get whole view of his penis I loved his whitish yellow penis when erected. It was approx 12 cms.Then I tried to move his penis skin down it was tight and Mangesh was in pain but I enjoyed it. I was feeling to take his long. Even after learning the truth,a lot of the straight black guys I was dancing with took me to the parking lot for some "quick relief".I was more than happy to accomodate them but always made them kiss me first.I hunger to be held and kissed by black men.This was my reward for the pleasure I was about to bring them.Sometimes we'd return and I'd hear whispered talk with the expression "never happen".A kiss and a quickie doesn't make a guy a HOMO.I've heard that expression from many of my black. Bruce never did get that far with women's clothes, didhe?-Bruce got nowhere, honey. Donna told him what had to be done thatsame night I told you, become a woman or the marriage ends. Sameas I told you. Neither of you believed we were serious at first,even when we came at you with pots of make-up and insisted you sitstill so we could see how you'd look properly done up. But there'sthe difference. You cared about me, about our marriage, so youwere willing to try. You sat still. Bruce.