As I started to stroke, she asked me, “What do you think about me fucking other men”? I don’t know why she asked this, as it’s been an ongoin... subject for us to talk about during sex, and playtime. “I’d love for you to fuck other guys honey” I replied as I started stroking a little faster. “Tell me exactly what my little sissy wants, because I think you’re the one that really wants to get fucked. You love cock, don’t you? Tell me!”“I Love cock honey, you know I do. You know I fantasize. I was just about to cum when I heard Cherie call out to me, “Todd!” "Yeah, I am in the bathroom. I’ll be out in just a minute”, I said. Damn. I was so close and now I am stuck in a hard place, but I had to stop pleasuring myself and go out there and see what she needed. I gained control of myself and straightened my clothing up to help hide my now semi-hard cock. I stepped out and back into the galley where Cherie was working on a salad for dinner. I then noticed her all white dress and how. Eventually, we finished wrapping gifts, and went to bed.My kids knew John, not as my boyfriend, but as a good friend. They were happy to see him in the morning, and dragged us both downstairs with them. We watched as they unwrapped their gifts.The day continued as planned, John tagged along for my family events. My family was already familiar with him, he served with my dad years earlier in the Navy. Those days were long past, and everything had changed. My dad was very fond of John, back than,. Long smoky looking streaks of sunlight stream down like pointing fingers all around the boy and girl kissing while they lay on a dark red blanket, put down in haste on the pine needle forest floor. Around them, morning sounds, as bright and alive as the light, sparkle in their own way, raining down on the two, oblivious to everything but the other.The girl is very young, no older than sixteen, the boy a few years older at nineteen or twenty, and determined as he kisses the girl intently and.