“Ahhhhh…Yesshhhhh…Yesshhhh Sir” she replied amidst her uncontrollable moans.And Mr. Agnihotri continued fucking her cunt with his fingers, jud...ing her conditions from her moans and body language. She had by then grabbed the other side of the table with her arms, and had also tightened her entire body, a sign of the orgasm that was building up. Her moans too had become deep and more silent as she had started breathing heavily. He was greatly amused at this scene continued stroking his fingers. As I started my second beer I noticed one of the three guys playing pool in the back of the bar come up next to me and order a beer. He looked to me and asked if he could buy me a drink. I told him I was ok with my beer but if he, “wanted to give me a drink, I’d be ok with it.” He turned his head slightly and took a drink from his beer asking what that meant. I turned towards him, leaning slightly closer and said softly, “it means I’d like a shot.” He asked me what I would like a shot of and I. Then she pushed him back against the cushions and dropped to her knees between his legs. Greg’s cock wasn’t as long as mine, but it was certainly bigger around. It looked like my wife was holding a can of soda as she slowly stroked his hard cock. Helen started teasing him by gently flicking her tongue over the head with a quick swipe all the way around every now and again. Suddenly, she bobbed her head and took the entire head in her mouth, making Greg gasp and she. He had only one ace in the hole, if you could call it that. In less than nine months from now he would be back in his own world. All this would be behind him and would eventually be a dim memory. So what if I had enjoyed nine months of being a cocksucker? Who was to know, anyhow? But, could someone slip in and out of gayness? Just as one could put on a new outfit and feel different? Why not? He thought. Made sense. It was logical, wasn't it? With a myriad of confusing thought flowing through.