"So my epiphany was that I need to get over myself and admit these things to you. I hate it when you physically torture me yet I love it at the same t...me. I can't explain it but its' how it is now. Maybe I've gone a little crazy after everything that's happened, I don't know. But I do know I lust after everything each of you does to me and I just know Jamie does too. Those clips you put on my nipples to shock me before were awful but I just know Jamie would let you do it to her in an instant.. Then we end up at our last bar. This one was definitely different from the other bars. “Is it just me or is there a lot more men than women here?” I ask. “No worries buddy. It’s all good.” He replied. So with a few more drinks in me we decided that we should leave. On the way he asks me what I thought about our night. So I ask him if that last bar was a gay bar. He said yes. Then asked if that was ok. My reply, “Can I suck your dick?”Before I could even finish my question he had his big dick. But when he got the position, he began weaning himself off that. He hadn't fucked a guy for three weeks now, and hadn't even shot for three days - he'd set himself a challenge to see how long he could go without touching his dick. But It just made him want to fuck even more. Savouring his last few hours of anonymity, Kirt desperately needed to get some of the hog raunch out of his system. His cock lurched again, and he noticed a hot crew member involuntarily glance down. He shot the steward. He thought about waking her for a quickie but decided to settle for just snuggling against his wife’s naked body. Cyndi stirred slightly, but only shifted to her side allowing Reg access to her tits. Normally he could have continued with his fondling of her body, eventually rousing her enough for sex. Unfortunately Reg quickly drifted off to sleep still cupping Cyndi’s breast. When Cyndi’s alarm went off the next morning, she and Reg were still lying in the same position. Cyndi slipped quietly.