This time he came back with a bowl and put it in front of me, I smiled and played his game as I lapped at the bowl until it was nearly empty. Jerome s...id, spread your legs baby, show me you want some more crack.” I did as asked, I was wanting another hit. “Spread that pussy for the boys baby, Let them look at your shit.”With that he brought the empty bottle over and placed it under my wet pussy. “How much do you want that”. I spread my fat pussy lips with one hand and slowly worked the bottle. No, just chocolate.She smiled, and taking with him my shirt went into the bathroom.A good bitch, she got out of the bathroom on his toes in it, leaving a wet trail. I was sitting in an armchair and put her on the coffee table.-I do not want coffee. -She pushed the cup on the thick carpet and disgust wrinkled lip, smiling.-What the dick! I knew that she vybeshivaet me, and not held back. She liked the pain, she wanted dirty sex with shades of BDSM. But even this was too much. I slapped her face.. .!]Why do older gay (or bisexual) men crave younger men so much? I can't answer for every older gay/bi man, but for me, the reason I crave a younger man so very much is partly that they are younger (of course!), but along with being younger, they have this incredible lustful energy, that infuses everything else!As you get older, and whether your gay, bi, straight, or other wise, you start to find yourself becoming invisible to the rest of the world (and this seems to be particularly true if. “May I come in for a minute, Bonnie?” I heard Chuck say from the other side of the door.“Uh, sure,” I replied in a hesitant voice.Chuck came inside and said, “About that little moment in the bathroom. Are you sure you didn’t know I was in there?”“No, honestly I didn’t,” I answered.“Be truthful with me, Bonnie. I know you’re at that curious age. I saw you looking at my cock,” Chuck said, smirking this time. “Did you like it?”I wasn’t sure what he was leading up to. My mother was not at home. We.