“It seems like your cock likes my cock”, he said, he was obviously watching me. Well fuck, what was I supposed to do now. I just added “We can�...t always control what our cocks like can we?”.He responded, “I like to watch a guy piss, always have, makes me feel like a dirty, horny bastard”, then he smiled and I started to feel really confused. As I said I am not gay, I REALLY love women, pussy and tits, that’s my thing.But my cock was telling me a different story, right here and now I was getting. The trip is her escape from the banalities of her life. A societal respite with a sought-after chance for adventure. Not the type of adventure a five-star resort normally purports in its marketing campaigns. This type of seedy exploit would be the kind that erotic novelists ache to write about.The problem she had had to this point was with that morally staunch good girl inside. She isn’t supposed to fuck a man she doesn’t intimately know. Certainly not moments after he sits down. Moments after. "Well, that's almost all of you, but a few of you didn't raise your hands," she continued, "and I think it would be helpful if those of you who don't use condoms tell us why, so we'll start with you Judy, can you tell us why you and your boyfriend aren't using condoms during sex." With a slight look of embarrassment on her face, Judy replied, "Well, uh, you see my boyfriend says it doesn't feel as good when he wears one, and frankly, I have to admit that when he ejaculates, I love feeling his. Little did I know that this night was going to be the night where my fantasies were going to be fulfilled. We put the kids to bed, and my wife wanted to go to bed early. C went to the bathroom, and I changed and got under the covers. She slipped into bed and we started cuddling.We starting kissing, with gentle, light kisses that soon heated up. I showered her face and neck with caresses from my lips, and moved to nibble on her ear. I could feel her starting to react, moaning gently with each.