While the guy I met last night had given me an invitation to play around a little more, my groin was asking for something a little different. While I ...had never been fucked, my ass was no virgin to being plowed. In the bottom drawer of my dresser loomed a lance of pleasure and hot passion; my 8” dildo. It took me a long time to work up to the 8”, mind you I had to start out with a few fingers, getting them into my hole, stretching me out; it was a tough job, but I had to see if bottoming was. I sent a brief note and that was it.I managed to avoid him except for the day of his father's funeral. It such a sad and tragic day for everyone. My uncle was still so young to die, but a heart attack took him and he was gone. My heart went out to Robert at the service and I wanted to go to him, but he had his wife. She was doing what I desperately wanted to do. I was so bitter that day - angry that my uncle had to die so soon and angry that I had stand by and let Robert be comforted by someone. Did she lick me? No—just her fingers. Was she nude? Yes. Had it happened again? I answered, no, which was literally true. I had never had a similar massage in a massage parlour but both Gemma and Timmy liked to ‘massage’ me before, in Timmy’s case, fucking me. I just didn’t think Tom was ready for those details. However, it was clear that Tom would love to see me in such a situation. He spoke of finding a massage parlour when I finally came to Hong Kong.When I mentioned this to Gemma she came. "Do we have a game plan?" I asked Nicole. "Are we just goingto walk up to her and tell her we swapped bodies?" No," she replied. "If she's the cause of this, I don't want her to knowit worked or give her the upper hand." The upper hand?" I replied, confused at where she was going with this. "Ithought she's one of your best friends." Victor, you have a lot to learn about girls and their friends. It'salways a competition." Nicole left my side to poke her head into Alexis'sroom.I rolled my eyes.