I remembered the man penetrating her and me last night. The feeling of ecstacy as I had felt a female orgasm. I felt shame, I was not a faggot but the...feeling of the man's cock inside me had felt so good.The bedroom door opened and my head turned towards it. I felt the smile spread across my face as two girls bounded in. "Hi Sarah, did you have a good time last night?" Yes, it was not a bad evening." I listened in to the conversation feeling like an interloper, someone that should not be in the. ?You know how it is, though. I got caught up in workand???You?re right, I do know how it is,? Jordan interrupted, having littleinterest in the excuses I always tried to feed him in situations likethis. His attention had already shifted away from me anyway, focusing onthe lock that I?d been fiddling with. ?What are you working on anyway??Reaching over with my unhurt hand, I rapped the knuckles gently againstthe door which was part of a larger metal box that sat against the backwall of the lab. . She nodded. “Soon enough,” she murmured, “But first…” She dropped to a knee and guided his hardness toward her mouth. She rolled her tongue into a curved and slid his rod along it. “Karla’s the queen of the BJ,” she told him after she slid him out, the tip of her tongue lightly licking at the tiny slit of his cock. “But I’ve been told I’m not bad.”“I don’t want a BJ,” Jake said tenderly. “I want to taste you and feel myself inside you.”“I won’t make you come,” she assured him, “But this. My long forgotten fantasy of her with another guy again was back with a vengeance. I thought about it while we were making love that night and since then it had been growing. It took on a whole new dimension now that I had a name and some details to go with the fantasy. I’d see a good looking guy walking down the street or sitting in a restaurant and I’d visualize Michelle with him, fucking him in the restroom, his cock sliding in and out of her or him sucking her nipple into his mouth and I.