Kar raha hu, ab sidhe story me aata hu…ye baat tab ki hai jab main 10th class me tha, main ghar me akela parents ke saath rahta tha,bcoz mere koi bh...i behan nhi hai..ek din main school aur coaching ke baad ghar pahucha toh mummy ne kaha ki bua ne apne beti ka naam pass ki ek schoolMe 9th me likhwa diya hai aur ab rupa yahi rah kar kal se school jaya karegi kyuki wo gaon me rahti thi aur waha achchi school nhi thi,main bhi khus tha kyuki akele akele bore ho gaya tha, tabhi thodi der me bua aa. His cock pushed my whole inward, but would not penetrate. The shower had made my ass clean and dry.“Need some lube,” I told him.He scooped some butter from the bowl and applied it to my ass. Then, he smeared some on his cock. He put it back to my hole.I did not wait for him. I pushed my ass back onto his cock.“Ooo,” he grunted. “Damn, you’re tight. Even after the shower. And wet.”“That’s all you inside,” I said, “from the shower.”“Oh, yeah, that’s nice,” he cooed. “Makes the best. ." I answered and not giving him a chance to say no( like he would anyway) I sucked the muchroom head in my mouth and down my throat holding him there till he got hard. It was then I realized, I was getting good at this I slowly let him all the way out took a deep breath and swallowed him again. I could feel every inch streatch my throat,and feel him pulse with each thrust. I let him free and run my lips and tongue up and down his shaft and over the tip, then back down bobbing faster,but still. Mike much like Sam, and myself is straight, and married, well as I am learning about myself, I do not think I am straight anymore, and it seems Mike has come to the same conclusion about his sexuality, and it is hard to describe the excitement of not only admitting that at the very least that I am fully bisexual, but this other man is going through it with me.Mike and I begin chatting almost daily, but I cannot put into words how different this is, not just that we are wanting to fuck, but.