Thick and long, at least 9 inches, and throbbing with need. I notice a bead of precum glistening at the tip. I lean forward and lick it from the tip o... your cock. You taste delicious, slightly salty and all male. A soft moan escapes my lips at the taste and I see your fists clench in response. I take a long slow lick from the base of your cock, all the way up to the bulbous head. You adjust yourself slightly in your seat. I wonder if you have fantasised about this moment as much as I have. I. She wore a red dress that was definitely a hand me down.I wondered how many owners it had had since it was new. In fact, allthe times that I had seen her over the last few months that was theonly dress I had seen her in. On her feet as usual was a pair of blackWellington boots. The gap between the hem of her dress and the bootsshowed dirty scuffed knees. She was the fruit of a liaison between adrifter and one of the local women. The woman had died in childbirthand the Gypsies had taken her in.. "You are one horny bi-sexual mother fucker."One afternoon the men were looking particularly stunning. So I gave them a longer looking over than usual as they made their way through the park.I was so into watching them I never noticed that someone had sat down next to me until he introduced himself."Hi!" he began, extending his hand toward me. "I'm Hank."Feeling a little embarressed I returned the handshake."Nice to meet you" I replied. ("Oh shit! How much did he see?)To make matters worse. ...As I am sobering up with the thought of breaking up a marriage, Brad is quite inebriated and staggering towards our room, singing to himself and happy. He looks back at me and leers at me, smiling as he bangs into a picture frame on the wall.............`You owe me` he says, and I know what he means/wants/deserves and I am going to oblige. This delightful man who lets me play around deserves a special treat too! I grab his forearm to steady him before he falls onto our bed, the room frigid.