“Would dad hate me?” he whispered. The question struck his mother hard, and launched her into an almost dream-like state. What would Daniel's fath...er say if he was here right now? Would he accept his gay son, or kick him aside as “one of those freaks?” “Your father was a policeman. He put on the tough face at work because he had to, but was always a soft-touch, and everyone knew it. Sometimes he would cry when he came home after work. We never talked about homosexuality, much less whether you. Dave was really nervous as he teed off and hit a gentle hook into the rough on the left. Greg knocked his drive down the centre of the fairway. Steve's drive was the shortest and he hit his second shot to the hundred-yard marker. Dave and Greg were about an even distance from the hole, so Greg hit first. The wind was much calmer and he had no trouble hitting a five wood onto the green, twenty feet from the hole.Dave's ball was sitting down in the rough and he wasn't comfortable hitting a wood. "You ever smoke marijuana?" A couple of times. I even inhaled!" Did you get stoned, the first time?" No. I wondered what all the fuss was about. I got sort of sleepy, and things seemed sort of unreal. I didn't get stoned until the third time, I think, that I smoked." That is the effect I am seeking. With trust, and enough practice, you can learn to find your pleasure in what appears to simply be pain. It is a learned skill, just as getting stoned is, but other folks have mastered that skill. I. She pulled my cock toward her pussy and started to rub the head of it up and down her slit and both of us moaned softly. I leaned forward and pulled her legs up over my arms and put my hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed, and picked her up. I kissed her passionately, plunging my tongue into her mouth the way I wanted my cock inside her. She wriggled around trying to get me started inside her and I nearly gave in. I quickly pulled my cock back away from her. "No, we can't go that far, we've.