After all, a fuck is a fuck.For some time I had been bi curious, realising how turned on I got watching gay porn and I began to become obsessed with p...ctures of erect cocks. Eventually I nervously met up with another married guy in the car, and experienced the feel and taste of a hard cock. Afterwards I felt disgusted with myself .... but that feeling didn't last long and very soon I was fantasising about doing it again. Over a few months I met some other guys, it was usually a car meet with a. He would withdraw, slam back hard and when Kristen let out a sound of discomfort, Jay would cram himself deeper, which often brought another sound and he would repeat with another vicious jab. As long as she was making noise, Jay would work at earning another audible. When Jay needed, or wanted a break from her pussy, he would switch to my mouth, better said, my throat. My position was perfect for him to fuck my throat. Without mercy I must add and I loved every bit of attention. The fact. As I lay in bed that night I reached into my pillowcase and pulled out Tina’s panties to smell. It had been her idea to place her panties there for me and she took my panties home with her too. I could smell her, I could still taste her, and I could feel her lips on my pussy. I think I was in love with her. I slept very peacefully that night.During breakfast Tina called to say that she had her mother’s car and that she could drive me to school if I wanted her to. Yes! I was outside waiting for. “Size does matter,” Irene said, beckoning her bröther to join her on the sofa, “but it’s not the only thing. If you ask me, Chet, you rely too much on that horse cock of yours when it comes to your relationships.”“I don’t have relationships, baby doll. I have women I fuck, and women I don’t fuck.” He sat down and I watched my wife snuggle up to him, one hand gripping a thick bicep, the other settling on his crotch. “Simple as that.”“So now I’m just a woman you fuck?”“Count your blessings,.