I looked at him and nervously asked him to "use my mouth" and his eyes lit up, he stood up and made me kneel, placed both hands on my head and started...to fuck my mouth, he was slow, every thrust I'd take him a little bit deeper until he asked if I was ready for the whole thing, I gave him a muffled yes and he pushed his cock all the way down throat and held it for a few seconds, my eyes went wide and started watering, he pulled out and coughed, spot everywhere, I didn't have long to recover. The wife cringed at the silhouetted bulge of the man's clearly unfeminine crotch. "Men do not wear dresses," she said to him coldly. "Your name is Herbert and not Helen. Now go put on your own clothes this instant."The man had never liked his wife's cold, scolding voice. He liked it even less on a sunny morning while wearing his favourite dress. He stood there staring quizzically at her for a moment."Men do not wear dresses," she repeated more loudly this time."I am not a man," he answered in a. You're quite the movie buff, Jax." I prefer the term 'film nerd', thank you. What type of nerd are you?" Is 'general' an acceptable answer? I've never really had a thing, a hobby I was passionate about. Growing up, my parents enrolled me in every activity possible. I never lasted in any of them longer than a year." Now that you are an adult, why did you select a movie club?" My wife wanted me to get out of the house and make new friends, since she thinks my old ones are boring. I was looking. Nestled beneath my left arm, Sasha covered her mouth and her cheeks bulged for a moment. I stroked her opposite arm and asked quietly, "Seasick?"She blinked and looked up at me for a moment, replying, "Nauseous, yes; but not from the ocean."I sighed and nodded my understanding. Our purpose for coming way out here had been weighing heavily on everyone's minds. We hadn't spoken our thoughts aloud much, but I could tell everyone was thinking about it at some point or another. We tried to focus on.