Yes, I said. Your point? Simply that perception of the world can be clear, convincing and real whether it comes to us through the eyes, the ears, or s...me other way. A case in point: a man hears his wife describe her infidelity in graphic detail. She describes an illicit sexual encounter she entered into for the purpose of his and her sexual arousal. Do you honestly believe that had he been there and actually watched, the intensity of the perception of the infidelity would have been greater than. I worked him, stretched him. I sucked on his balls until he hit the roof. "Where you want it," I asked. "Up my ass, big daddy," he whispered. I smiled as I pushed my cock up his tight asshole. He screamed for so long, but I ignored it. I fuck him up on his own couch like the fucking dog he is. "Scream, pussy," I said. He did, like the bitch he is. He lifted his legs up in the air as I jumped down on him. He seemed to relax now, and as I fucked him down, deeper and deeper, he groaned, squealed. Then, as it moved forward a little further, he felt Mick’s hard belly push up against his ass cheeks. At the same time, Mick was gently rubbing Brett’s nipples with his finger tips. Mick began moving back and forth in a slow fucking motion as Brett held on to his own cock which was rock hard now. He couldn’t believe how good this whole thing felt. He had told Mick earlier that he was not ready to try taking anything like his monster up his ass and felt that this was a really good substitute.. “I,ve always been curious if you liked men, too, Joe. Why don,t you take it out and have a proper feel?” I smiled back sheepishly. “I just couldn,to resist your big cock, Martin, sorry!” “Don,t apologise, Joe, I like you just as much. We can play with each other for as long as we want. Fishing can wait!” “There,s only one ROD I want to hold now Martin and I have it in my hand!” I sighed and began to stroke him properly. Meanwhile he,d moved slightly so he could release my cock to reveal my.