+ I never liked my sister’s husband. First, he was a smug asshole. He thought he was gorgeous and charming, he also thought he could win over just... about anybody. Fine, he was gorgeous and, begrudgingly I had to admit, quite charming. But I wasn’t just ‘anybody’. We had a tension between us that made me want to leave the room as soon as he entered. He was the kind of guy you never dated because you were worried he was always cheating on you, or at least thinking about it. He had thick rusty. .until last week.i will usually arrange meets with guys on gay chat lines, I feel happiest when I am wearing girlie underwear (look at my pics) or once in a while head for Soho to cruise a few gay bars and saunas. When I go to Soho, I tend not to wear girlie panties, as I know it is a turn off for some guys and I don't want to give them a surprise they don't want, so I just wear a jockstrap.last week I was in Watford doing a bit of shopping, and twice I noticed a black guy in the same shops, I. My cock, which had softened a lot, leapt back to full hard and pressed right against her buns.I felt her warm body through her cotton shirt. With her hand over mine, she pulled it and nestled my palm on ... bare skin! It was her belly. Her PJ top had crept up, exposing her stomach, and she’d pulled my hand to lie there against her warm skin. For what seemed like a long time I just held it there, not daring to move, feeling her creamy skin just inches away from her breasts. I didn’t even breathe. Nobody’s perfect.”“Nobody,” I said. “But I try really hard NOT to mess up.”“We do a lot of things, darlin’...” he started.“Darling?!?” I blurted. No, I’m NOT offended, but there’s a certain amount of give and take on the job and if he’s a little bit off balance, it’s gonna be more fun... “Uhhh...” He back-pedaled quickly.I smiled at him. “Relax ... I’m NOT one of those...”“Didn’t think so, but your eyes flash...”So he’s noticing my eyes. At least I don’t have those ‘zipper eyes’ some Korean.