She’ll be underneath me and I am going to let my sweetness drip over her mouth and down her throat. I want to watch it puddle on her tongue as she d...inks me down. Just as she promised with her wicked words. “Such a good girl,” I moan and pull my soaked fingers out bringing them to my lips, sucking them clean. My eyes close and my legs spread further, opening myself up completely, hips rocking, and my cunt pulses begging for attention. The release is right there and I need it. My eyes open and I. We started talking about being gay in high school, how I helped form my school's gay-straight alliance, and all that stuff. Then we started talking about guys and the conversation got into what we would like to do with them.“Finally, he pulled out his dick and asked if I wanted to suck it.”“Did you?” Emily asked.“Oh yeah. It was great. He erupted like Vesuvius.”“When I was 16, there was this older dude Jason, who I used to hang out with. He was totally straight. But one day we were out walking. I was happy and informed my parents about this. Later my mom told that they are very good people but had no c***dren for a very long time and I felt bad for them.I had never seen his wife. One afternoon I was having a good nap after a good lunch. I heard someone talking to my mom and woke up to see who it was, it was Manoj’s wife who was there chatting with my mom. I saw her for the first time. She was a baby doll for real.She was 28, and she wore a pink saree. Her name was Ananya. My mom. He too was pounding a sizable piece of man meat as he took in the scenery. The mouth on my purple shaft pulled away. Two hands then rested on my hips and began to pull my body down into a squatting position over the erect pole I was to be impaled on. I was staring directly into the beautiful dark eyes of the fascinating man who was going to be the first to enter my ass. A smirk crossed my face and I let out a little laugh as I thought of two spaceships docking while the dripping head of his.