We parked up on the way home and we kissed."Is it true you wanted Susan to do it, you know with other guys?" she asked, "because that's what she says ...ou wanted." Did she now," I said."Yeah, she said you wanted to invite your bother over one night and then both of you were to take turns with her," she said her voice sounding breathless."And did she say we did?" I asked."No way, she was totally disgusted by it all," she said, "thought you were a pervert." She might of thought I was a pervert," I. I know itwould feel good if you just stroked it a bit."I took my hand off my cock and for the first time in my life I feltanother man's cock. It did feel good. It felt alive. It was likefeeling mine. It did fill my hand more though."That's it. Stroke it. Do it like it's your cock. It feels nice,your hand that is."I started to jerk him off. I was doing a sexual thing with anotherman. Maybe I was queer? I liked the way it fit in my hand. I likedthe way I could feel him moving to my touch. I had a. Without really thinking, she groped at the side of the bed until she found her clothes. The unfamiliar shift of weight on her chest brought the changes of the last twenty-four hours back to her. The realization of last night's events crowded her mind. ~Woe! I got in over my head...or actually he did.~ She smirked, but than caught sight of one of the cameras, zeroed in on the bed. "Great! We gave them a free porn show. There was a time I actually fantasized about doing that. That was Before. Not. It had been a long time since we’d fucked. Fifteen years? It was hard to admit, but we weren’t really great company for each other these days.And the factory. This boss role that I’d worked so hard for was like a millstone round my neck in many ways. I couldn’t just chat about smart fabrics and wacky ideas any more, I was supposed to know what needed doing all the time and appear in control.Up to now my life had been about uncertainty. I embrace it. My energy comes from NOT knowing things and.