(My dick so hard knew that all of these guys lusted after my wife after seeing her perfect nude body). With her left hand she reached back and found m... now rock hard dick standing straight up and leaking pre-cum. She wiped the pre-cum all over my penis and began to stroke me slowly. She tilted her head back and moaned into my ear that she needed to have an orgasm. I slowly worked my fingers in and out of her inner folds, and also rubbed her clitoris which by now had worked its way free from. . "well, I'm not entirely sure what it is that they are actually trying to breed down there so I really shouldn't talk about it now". Brandi stares at the floor and seems puzzled in discomfort. In any event it's totally obvious that she's done her internet breeding-sex homework and the couple's correspondingly impressed. Then she gets down to the-core of her findings. She tells the couple that breeding-sex has to start with a long steaming-session of slow-teased full-engorgement-games,. As I had done several times before, I decided to go to a gay bar, hoping that somebody would want a chat. Now it is interesting to me that I couldn't go into a gay pub because I never had the courage. My only solution was to get tanked up at other pubs first. The pubs I remember were The Rembrandt, The Napoleon, The Thompson's Arms and that small pub by the coach station. I was about 20 years younger than most of the clientele. In one of them I was approached by what turned out to be a gay. "Bill, where are you?" "Here," I said. "Come here, Bill," George said. "We've got something special planned for you." "Uh," I said somewhat embarrassed, because I was sporting a fairly conspicuous erection, and didn't want to stand up and have it revealed. "Come on, Bill," George said with a slight impatience in his voice. I got up, slightly hunched over with my hands clasped in front of my crotch, and timidly walked to the center of the room, where George was standing. The other guests.