There would be no little Bobs running around, to carry my name on into history. No woman would ever grace me with sex, to say nothing of actual procre...tion. I was destined to ride, alone, into the sunset, having done nothing more important than draw - perfectly - the entire three hundred page set of blueprints for the convention center some developer was trying to build. It would be his legacy, a monument to his imagination, drive, and masculinity. Conventions would be held in it, and hundreds. He pretended that he said it under his breath, but in reality he wanted who ever was at the door to know they weren't welcome and to keep their visit as short as possible. With a grunt he levered the recliner to its normal position and pulled up his pants, fully aware that his erection was lewdly visible beneath. He didn't even bother to wipe the lube from his hand, instead covering the door handle with it when he jerked it open."What?" He said annoyed and then opened his eyes to see his. ." Her voice was tentative, and again there was that pause. "Um. That thing you did earlier, in the kitchen. That thing with your tongue." Yees?" I replied, encouragingly but completely mystified."Would you do it again?" she asked, all in a rush.I stood up, astonished. Picking up my shirt, and donning it with automatic fingers I walked slowly around the girl who knelt there, motionless. She was frozen, as if uncertain whether I would hit her or kiss her."Stand up" I said softly, reassuring her.. A voice says told you there's ways around anything if you look hard enough.If you fuck us you go to jail, if we hold you down and take the dick then you become the victom. my scrubs are paper thin and I feel what seemed like 5 sets of hands on my dick, pulling my scrub bottoms and I still have the pillow case over my eyes and I feel hott sweet smelling lips pressing starvingly against mine, and a happy trail of sex starved lips all at once going down my neck,chest,dick and balls I counted.