I found a man’s “manhood” beautiful and alluring. I would masturbate constantly to the naked bodies I saw on the pages, especially the ones wher... there was a girl, on her knees, holding or about to suck, a big, beautiful cock. The difference was, I would usually wish I was the girl. I knew it was different to think this, but then why did I want it so much? Why did it seem so natural to be attracted to a man’s dick? I would cum sometimes 3 or 4 times a day.A few streets over from my house lived. She seemed to lay the condescending attitude on thicker than usual that night. "Could you boys set the table". "I've poured you boys some milk — 'cause you've had way too much soda". I noticed she was drinking wine.Half way through our spaghetti dinner, I noticed a change in my sister. Her eyes became glassy. Her words began to slur. She seemed tipsy. When I looked over to my buddy, I knew something was up because he had a huge grin on his face. He told me later that he had slipped her some. “Get me nice and wet.”Calara moaned appreciatively as he steadily pushed his cock down her throat, making his whole length slippery and slick with her saliva, before he eased out of her and repositioned himself at the entrance to Dana’s pussy. He leaned forward to gather the redhead’s hair in his left hand; Gripping her tightly in his fist, he pulled her head back, forcing her body to arch for him delightfully.“Oh fuck!” Dana groaned with feverish excitement, the anticipation sending her heart. The angle of her nose, the line of her jaw, the particular hue and shape of her blue eyes all bespoke Thomas Adarian, but the naked beauty watching me through the glass was something far greater than the ranger she had been. Like Elena, a great intelligence played behind her eyes, a gorgeous expressiveness moved across her face, and the motions of her body were unconsciously fluid, a grace that could not be taught. I had thought that Elena was special, and indeed, she was, but she was no longer.