Brian’s religious Father called him the spawn of the devil. Brian didn’t feel that way. He was proud of his Uncle, even though he could barely re...ember him. The last time he had spoken to him was during a brief visit in 1992, just after the first Gulf War. Every birthday there was a card, a short note of affection and a hundred bucks! His Uncle had been 30 in 1991. Unlike Brian, Knute was brilliant but without formal schooling. With his hard work and using his brilliant mind, he had rapidly. Then we where making others pose and where talking about what each other wanted, my friend said that she dosen't like giving head, I reminded him that I was bi and have been with guys before, so he could get head. Well I guess that was the wrong thing to say with her turn next, she said she wanted to see me giving him head. I said dare, cause I knew that he wasn't into guy guy things, so she said ok suck his cock then!! we going with the game I agreed to, so she was sitting in between me. My wife on her back on our couch, and Kelly's face and fingers buried deep into her pussy. They didn't seem to notice that I had come down, and was watching them. I suppose I could have just stayed there and watch what unfolded, but I wanted a better view of the action. So I went downstairs. My wife saw me, and we just sort of looked at each other. The she motioned for me to sit down in a chair near the couch so I could watch. I knew my wife didn't want me touching another girl, and I was. I hate that though. My anonymity keeps me safe. I’m in a very dangerous God damned business. I’ve probably helped my team save YOUR ass more than a few times. But going out into the field and facing down who knows what, isn’t what I typically do. It’s just not in my nature.I guess maybe I have nurture to blame. It’s kind of an exposure thing. The more you’re around something or someone, the more you begin to believe that you can do the kinds of things they do.As I consider it more, I really.