That had yet to come up in conversation but Andrew supposed he wouldjoin those who swore they wouldn't. And yet here he was.He closed and locked, the ...athroom door behind him and admired himselfin the mirror for a while. Then he began to gently massage a breast,playing with the nipple occasionally. It felt alright.Hoping for a bit more he began to massage his pussy. It sent an electrictingle and made him a bit flushed. Still hardly what he had been hopingfor. He continued gingerly inserting. They call me the hairless wonder. Get smacked with wet towels sometimes." He licked his lips and looked at me kind of funny, shyly I guess. "Some guys call me meat and horse and stuff like that." How come?" I asked as blandly as I could, a little excited."My, you know," he put his hand to his groin, "my penis, it kind of grew when I got that spurt last winter. It's pretty big now." He made a face and turned away. "It's none of your business." You ever measure it?"He blushed and shook his head. My face was covered in pussy juice. My legs were stiff from sitting on the floor. My face ached from sucking and my tongue hurt. I was so happy that none of that mattered. I gazed up at her contentment and felt so proud of what I had done.Eventually Pat got her breath back and looked happily down at me. “That was fantastic! You learned how to do that from a book?”“Yep.”Pat studied me for a moment. “Now that I have helped you try that out would you do something for me?”“Anything.”Pat’s. Before we married we occasionally tied her up, but not too often. Something she really enjoyed, which we did a fair bit at her request, was role-play that I was r****g her. She loved cowering on the bed, resisting me, and fighting while I took her clothes off, pushed her face into the mattress, forced her legs open with me knees, and fucked her hairy pussy.She loves it when I talk to her as being "my pussy" and, "nothing but a great big pussy for me to use". She likes being called a slut, and a.