.. yes he has...” I whispered quietly.“They didn’t hear you.” He said back to me.Louder this time. Shoulders back. Head up.“Yes. He has.”�...�And what kind of sex acts does he like?”Man. They were going to make me do this. I wondered if it was all just theatre. I decided to play along, it allowed me to be someone other than just who I was. I could play at the game too.“He ... he likes it when I suck on him. On his cock. He likes to get blow jobs.”You could have heard a pin drop in the room.“You. Where had the time gone? It seemed just yesterday that Mary was clenching Jenny's hand in the hospital when David didn't make it through surgery, but that was five years ago.Mary leaned against the kitchen counter behind her, running one hand through dirty blonde hair, her hand turning to a fist as she fought back a tear at the memory. Jenny would be home any minute, and Mary didn't want to ruin her daughter's birthday enthusiasm with her own dark emotions. That could wait until tonight, when. . teasing me like that..." and bite my trap muscle hard, making my knees weak.I just growl in the back of my throat, and start undoing your pants. I slide down,taking your pants part way with me.. I take your swolllen cock in my hands and lick it thoroughly before I take it down my throat. You moan and twine one hand in my hair as the other braces you against the wall.You rock your hips.. slow at first. But building speed quickly. You look down at me, meeting my eyes briefly as you skull. I zoomed about the apartment like the Tasmanian devil, with a twitching stiff cock just wanting my dreams to be reality.So many times I fantasied about Zara being seduced by another girl and had talked of the idea several times but as her love for being fucked was so strong, I never imagined in my wildest dreams that it would happen. Imagine the shock to the system when she suggested we visit some of the lesbian hot spots in Soho for fun.Soon as we jumped on the tube and she was turning heads,.