One is down on his knees and sucking on the other man’s cock. I am happily married for 12 years now, but for some reason I feel myself get turned on...by seeing these men there in the wild. Quite as possible I try to get closer to see more, but in my attempt, I brush along some bushes and the guys are spooked. They look straight at me, but the man standing up instead of getting mad is signing me to come closer. A little bit hesitant I go closer and the sucking starts again. In my shorts a bulge. "I don't want to rush us."Bailey smiled inwardly and kissed Gabriel long and hard. Bailey knew she was glowing. She licked her lips, "You don't know how much that means to me." And when you do that—" he said as Bailey sucked on the side of his neck "—It makes me want to rape you." It wouldn't be rape." Her voice was so soft she wasn't quite sure she had said the words.His nose brushed hers. She could feel his breath on her lips. Bailey knew she had to do something to keep from mauling him right. I was ten when my folks split up. They didn't even fight much, and neither one betrayed the other in any way I knew about. But I think they grew apart, each unable to express their grief to the other. Dad packed up the VW van and moved across town, leaving Mom and I the house and old Volvo station wagon by way of apology.Life was different after that, spending weekends with Dad, weekdays with Mom, trying to have friends in both places. But at least one thing did not change: Mom still came in. I truly loved sucking his cock and he loved shoving it all the way into the back of my throat, especially since I am very verbal during my orgasms.I realized that both guys were intent on me getting the maximum pleasure from the morning activities, so I was fully into the experience. However, when they teased my anus a little with their fingers, I had the presence of mind to say not today for any anal penetration. Somehow in the back of my mind I realized that would be a different.