Alan reached into an inside pocket of his jacket and withdrew a pocketbook. “Got a holiday snap here I thought you might be interested in.” He fli...ped the book open and took out a small print. “I’ve only just mastered the art of ‘selfies,’” he confessed as he handed me the picture. It showed him naked, legs astride and sporting a lovely erection – a good seven inches, I guessed. Uncut and hooded. He was wearing black fishnets and suspenders.I handed it back. “Mmmm, very nice. Do you like to. ... Consummating our physical intimacy was almost an afterthought after the emotional intimacy that had flowed back and forth those past months - almost. I had never dreamed Sex could be so good, so fulfilling, so... well, kinky. Kyra could get inside my head like nobody's business, make me visualize the most outlandish, erotic scenarios in a depth of detail that made them appear life-like. Talk about Virtual Reality! We shared the same tastes in kinky, fetish sex. Our favorites included. I pretended his explanation had helped me tounderstand a bit about football.I said, "I tell you what Richard I will watch the game with you now Iunderstand a bit but how about a little bet?"The terms of the bet were that I would suck him off each day and dress asa French Maid for a month if Arsenal won or drew the match.However if Bayern scored a goal he would have to wear matching black silkpanties and a bra for a month.If Bayern scored two goals he would have to shave his arms, legs and. Before he realized it,his right hand returned to his man meat and he was pumping it furiouslywhile his left hand caressed his breast and tweaked his nipple. Astrange image came to him; he imagined having breasts. Large breastswith great big areolas and nipples standing at attention. Chris hadalways been a fan of large breasts and the thought of having his ownwas incredibly erotic."God, it would be soooo nice to have breasts!" thought Chris. "ThenAndy could lick and suck on my nipples and that.