" I believe you," dad smiled, "I knew you had more sense than to do it on your own doorstep."I suppose my mother was right, dad did spoil me, he alway...s had, when I was a lot younger he always used to call me his 'girl', I wondered why he didn't call me that any more before turning my mind back to the problem at hand. Mrs. 'Nosy-Parker' Carey was claiming to have seen me having it away on the doorstep, either she was making it up or she saw a couple snogging on our doorstep and assumed I was the. This Friday, I was determined to go to a club and see what happened. That was pretty vague as far as plans go, but I really didn't have a better understanding of the process. I figured it was research.After work on Friday, I went home and dressed in comfortable, but nice clothes. Dark jeans and a button down shirt, a coat and decent shoes. Then I called a cab and went off to a local bar/club to see what it was like. The club was pretty nice, Fridays they had random DJs and a pretty active dance. Gavukaki: – Kya tumhe meri gaand itni jyada pasand hai?Main: – Mujhe to itni pasand hai ki main raat din ise chodata rahu.Gavukaki ko bhi laga ki barish ruk bhi jaaye to bhi 2-3 ghante pani utarane walaa nahi hai. Issliye naa koi aayega na koi jayega. To kyu na pyas bujhayi bhosh (pussy) aur gaand ki? To usne soch ke kaha, “Kya abhi meri gaand chaatana chahonge?”Ye sunte hi main to sidha Gavukaki se lipat gaya aur usko kiss karne laga. Woh bhi mera saath de rahi thi. Main uske sharir ko masal. ?" Not with a guy! I'm...I'm not gay." That doesn't matter. Close your eyes and pretend I'm a girl. Or closeyour eyes and don't think of anything. Just feel my lips on your cock." No." He shook his head feebly."Yes. You want to know what it feels like, don't you? I know you do.Well I want to know what it feels like..." I thought you said Monica..." Yeah, but I want to know how it feels from the other side. I've trieddoing myself, but I can't reach. So, please!" I'm not going to suck.