..I find myself with a lot of time on my hands during the day due to my evening job, so I usually spend time painting in the den. Creating surrealist...c images from ever day objects was a passion of mine I had always had, and my inspiration usually came post orgasm. Primarily because that was when my mind was the clearest.Without my husband home, I had no choice but to induce some self pleasure. So here I sat on the couch surfing the net for the spark to ignite my creative blaze. I had to. As he opened his legs wide apart, the man bragged to Dwight, "My ballsare full of cum to pump into sissy faggots."This was true for Dwight, too. "My big balls can only pump cum for theholes of sissy faggots."Dwight was proud of himself. Happy to be able to brag to another manabout all this. After all, "Real men have big boners that only pump forsissy faggots."The man couldn't help but agree completely. "Fuck yeah! Real men onlyfuck sissy faggots with their big boners."Their driver, Daisy. This certain young female was a bit more forward than the others in her casual flirtation that was quite common in my workplace. At first I merely stuck to casual flirting and kept myself in check. With the most innocent of advances she responded as if I had tickled her ass with a feather. So, I became more bold with my flirtations. I would linger a bit longer when we were next to each other, a little closer each time. Soon I was rubbing up against her briefly, still positive reactions. So i find something to snack on and choke it down as she begins to say something to me. She's smiling but i don't hear her. She starts to use the sink and I get a great view of her butt as she stands up on her tippy toes. It makes her legs and butt look even better. I ask her to move over because i need to wash my hands in the sink. She giggles when I finish up. As I walk back in our room I become acutely aware of the fact that I have no pants or underwear on. Shit. I calmly walk over to the.