For me it’s far more personal. My dad and I never really got along. He didn’t even want me, a fact I intuited (I think) pretty early, not until I ...was about eleven years of age did I really begin to grasp that. You see, all through my childhood, whenever I did something wrong — which was pretty much every week — my dad would say, ‘Shoulda been aborted, ya little weasel.’ Didn’t matter what I did wrong, either. It could have been as serious as breaking his beer bottles (yeah, that happened a time. I was shocked and proud of him at the same time. I held him at arm’s length and looked him up and down.“You look perfect, Julian. Absolutely perfect.”Fred stepped between us to hug Julian and echo my praise. Sarah did the same, her smile huge. Julian wore trousers, pants of some sort, plus a top that wasn’t overdone, just a little edging, but trimmed enough to be feminine. His bra was barely visible through the top. A hint of lace, nothing fancy. Fred had bought him breast pads, “enhancers”. Hum baat karne lage.Usne kaha yaar aaj to main kity party m eladies ko dekhna chahta hun .Main dekhung ki sabse kantap maal kon lag rahi hai.Pakka jo kity ki sabse kantap maal hogi shayad ye bra aur chuddy usi hasina ke honge.Main kisi bahane se niche tumhare yahan jaunga aur ek najar dekh kar aata hun ki kaun sabse sexy lag rahi hai.Jo lagegi wahi campus ki chudai queen banegi.Kuch der me wo niche mere room me chala gaya.Party chal rahi thi.Ravish lagbagh adhe ghante ke baad upar aya.Sugandha. Can I touch your penis?" Please do"She reaches out and curls her cool thin fingers around my erection. Her face lights up. She handles me for a minute and then slowly brings that hand to her own crotch."I want to use a pair of yours to stroke it with." I say."Pick whatever you want from that drawer" she directs me to the dresser with a full drawer of her unmentionables. I rummage around in the intimate apparel. I find some very silky red ones, probably for special occasions. We sit opposite.