I turned around, resting over the desktop, and trying to take my breath back. He was standing there, heavily breathing, covered in sweat, sculptural, ...ymmetric muscles, a huge dick asking for more. Every second I was standing in front of him, and looking at that divine body made me desire him even more.I stepped forward, rested my hands over his body, and gently pushed him back to bed. He sat down at the edge as I reached the hand cream, pouring some in my hand. I grabbed his penis while. .the most vivid, intense dreams I'dever had...dreams of lurid, shameless transvestite sex, dressed as a hooker,sucking off a procession of men, of being exhibited naked, auctioned off tothe highest bidder...and in the background, always, controlling everything,stood Richard...I awoke as the orgasm ripped through me, soaked in sweat, moaning, thrashingand franticly masturbating, feelings of dread and shame and desire minglinginto one. What on earth was happening to me?I finished work early the. Brian was very good in school with the highest GPA and he was also into sports, so we would probably not see much of him. I thought it work out great, since one of our bedrooms had French doors which would give Brian his own entrance to the house. He would be able to come and go as he wished.Only issue with having someone else in our house would be that we had a very active sex life and we often fuck where ever we liked. Most often we ended up making love in front of the TV. We had a nice big. There, holding a freshly-poured glass ofwater, stood Jackson. Her unkempt hair was still laying lazily over herface and shoulders. It was weird to see her like this. She almost lookedlike a completely different person."I couldn't sleep," Jackson explained quietly, not wanting to wake Amberfrom her spontaneous nap. She padded across the kitchen floor barefoot."I think I'm going outside for some proper unrecirculated air. Care tojoin me?"Jackson opened the sliding glass door which lead out to the.