The guy simply grabbed me. Arms around, pulling his body to mine. He started kissing my neck, and his hands roamed over my body. I tried to avoid him ...issing me on the mouth. Gary sat back down and watched, and then reached out and pressed down on my head and shoulders. Oh no! I knew what he wanted me to do.I sank to my knees. The guy seemed overjoyed. He fumbled, and quickly unzipped, and released his belt. His cock pressed against my face through his underpants. There was a little wet drip at. Say “ah” for the man’s penis. Gladly! I felt the touch of his tip against my anal lips and died from pleasure. I deserve to go to hell because I love sex so much. But instead I’m in heaven feeling my buns part embarrassingly easily and his shaft slide up fully inside me. I supposed that with my heinie up in the air the way it was he actually slid "down" inside me. In either case, he immediately reached full penetration, his thick, long member almost filling my over large capacity. . I can’t take subjecting myself to constant rejection and am actually afraid to touch you now. I feel like I am walking on eggshells, and can’t touch my own wife.”“You started getting really mad when I didn’t feel like having sex.”"You started getting really mad when I asked for sex."We both look at each other desperately trying to understand.“You didn’t explain anything to me, Kira. And I became afraid – afraid we would stop making love altogether. I am not going anywhere, though. I won’t leave. " Who?"She just looked at me, and grinned.I guess my eyes got really big, and I finally said, "You're not thinkingwhat I think you're thinking. Are you?" I don't know. Am I?" You want me to play for the girl's team?" You'd do that!? You play that position anyway." No, I wouldn't. I'm a guy." No kidding." There is no way in hell that I could do that." Maybe there is. Maybe there isn't." You've got to be kidding?" No. Do you love me?" You know I do. Very much." Do I love you?" Yes." Would I do.