That could rule out a few of the guys you’ve fucked in the past. We could organise a competition and the winner gets to play the scene... with you.�...�“Oh, sure. Andy suggested something similar. I get it. I c-o-u-l-d do that, I definitely could do that. I don’t know if I would.”“Or should?”“That’s up to Andy. It’s not just me, Andy has to be part of whatever I do. Andy has to decide about the 'should' part.”~ ~ ~ ~ ~The next week the house was full of suspense. There was no need for Andy to. My memories continued in fine detail of the events at the house. She kept on sucking him as she gazed into my eyes and down at the rock hard cock that she should have been draining. “Hey Sally” I had spoken in kinder calmer words than I was thinking “When the old fart looses his wad, how about you come taste some good cream” I had said trying to temp her away from Uncle Charles any way I could think of. I had watched as they turned just enough to see Charles’ cock slip down her throat, I. What the fuck was wrong with me?I looked back at myself in the mirror, and was so turned on. I was going to be such a great cock whore. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed my camera, and started to take pictures of myself in sexy poses, bending over the bed, showing off the panties and my giant cock. I took pictures with the dildo in my mouth, and then I wanted it up my ass. I attached it to the wall, and lubed it up, then turned around, pulled down the panties, and put it up against my. I sat back and looked at Christine for a moment. She was gorgeous. I pulled my shirt up over my head, dropping it aside on the deck. I stood up to pull down my jogging shorts. As the waistband slid down my hips it pulled my erection down with it, causing it to bounce back up like a diving board as I slid them down my legs to kick them off.Christine sat up to watch me undress as she smiled seductively. A smile I had never seen before from her, but had fantasized about. She laid back to open her.