..you have a huge amount of poppers in here, you trying to cause some one to over dose on them...' Harry laughed and answered '...don't think you can ...o that, all you do is sniff them and they help you relax...' I replied '...yeah I know that much...' Harry cut me off quickly saying '... tell you what choose the bottle you want and take a couple of deep hits. Then we will have some fun...' Harry stops and smiles at me and say '...I'm glad you finally came round to enjoy having us get that. She watched me masturbating to the act of her marking both my face and cock. It was then that I paid her the highest compliment I could have. Without thought or planning, I lost control and I came as I was being marked. As I felt myself lose control, unable to stop my own orgasm, I felt very owned. If there'd been any doubt in her mind as to how I felt about her marking me, my uncontrolled orgasm had removed that doubt. It didn't upset her that I wouldn't be fucking and marking her back since. She assumed that he was staying at the Gomez home, and while that would have upset her three days ago, the experiences that she had enjoyed in that same period mellowed her thoughts on what was happening with her son and the Gomez girl. She could understand his desire for sex, and the enjoyment that she thought he would receive from it.For herself, her thoughts were even more concise. For the first time in her life, she was enjoying sex, enjoying having sex, enjoying thinking about it, just. To be honest, I was attracted to men before women as early as my adolescent days. My two neighbors always drove me crazy. One was my daddy’s age who wandered in the streets with nothing but trousers on his chubby body, showcasing his womanlike chest to the public. The other was my grandpa’s age, who was much more of a naturist. He could be seen buying bathing soap in his loose boxers at the neighborhood grocery store. His shameless actions became the talk of the town. Now I’m left to wonder..