One guy liked to kiss my balls while his wife was riding me cowboy fashion, and then suck my cock clean after we were finished. I must admit I rather ...njoyed it, although I’ve never thought of myself as bisexual.Kumar and Erika moved in next door just over two years ago. They appeared to be happily mated, although I was immediately attracted to her and secretly hoped to take her to my bed one day. I have never taken a woman who didn’t offer herself willingly, and Kumar was my friend. It would. I dreamed of classes and memories that I'd had torelive earlier. I dreamed of the humiliation and shame when that videohad circulated around school. But mostly I dreamed of that guy. Myhitchhiker, or symbiote, or whatever the current PC term for that parasiteliving in my skull was. He knew me, I could see it in his eyes, but thatwas impossible. His world wasn't ripped. That was impossible. He said Iwas a figment of HIS imagination. That was impossible.I dreamed of Sulyn. Her face, her. She landed in a splayed, four-pointed crouch, hovering above his powerful back. Hesitantly she lowered herself. Though he had a very trim torso, he was still too broad for her to properly straddle. Her knees wouldn't reach the table. Not both of them at any rate. She ended up with most of her weight on her inner thighs and the gusset of her leotard.Ban shifted beneath her, rubbing his spine against her groin. "Comfortable?" he asked."Yeah." She said in an unintentional whisper. Clearing her. They would even take me to my foster parents to cover why I wasn’t home for two days. My foster parents bought many things the next day, so I think the people explained my absence with a stack of cash.”Damn, she says her pussy hurts, as if someone drop-kicked her there, but she needs to fuck again.When we finished that round, she got her cell phone and started dialing a number that shouldn’t go anywhere.The man-in-the-machine couldn’t access her phone or trace wherever she connected. Soon I.