Idealised visions of muscular, hung gay men.Handsome clothed guys posing; bodybuilders' nude with muscles and cocks pumped; truckers getting it on in ...he woods; cops fucking prisoners; comic strips of nervous young men getting it on for the first time with hung studs. He loved these images of strong guys with big hard cocks. There was nothing feminine, nothing soft here. These idealised images fed on Barry's own personality and desires. It almost as if the late artist Tom had read his. Upstairs. I am not going to put on a show for any passerby to see."If Chrissie was eager to make love whenever the opportunity presented itself prior to that conversation, afterward she could if possible demand more. We practiced frequently. The goal was to get Chrissie pregnant yet it was never a chore, the more we made love the closer we became. Chrissie when she was home disdained underwear. "Why bother?" She asked. "You will only take them off me, I'm happy to say."As the months rolled by. "I'm sure students were not so pretty when I was at college," leered Johnson."Right Cathy lets get started," said Professor Thomas, "and you Johnson can be useful and open a bottle of wine for us."Well that sounds nice thought Cathy, I could do with a small drink to steady my nerves."There you go," said Johnson as he handed her a glass full of dark red wine.It was horrible; professor Thomas kept asking her things that she didn't know."Didn't you attend any of my lecture on the subject," he. From six a.m. until opening at noon we shared our common desires with nary a nap. Her legs, her tender belly, the flesh of her breasts, the texture of her nipples, her soft cream face reddened by the exquisite delight, her vulnerable hole, dark wavy hair revealing her true roots surrounding the tender needy place where my manhood, electrified to its core by those damp hot slippery ever changing walls, danced the dance, pranced the prance of joyous penetration. Fucking a most luscious and.