He pumped his hips, and I rocked back to meet him, as his tool pistoned deep inside me. And it was so good. My dildo was good, but a live, warm, blo...d-filled cock attached to a man was so much better.We fucked for a few minutes, steadily picking up the pace, and I was almost lost in the ecstacy when I remembered something else I wanted."Charlie, don't cum in me," I breathed. I turned my head as much as I could. I wanted to kiss him over my shoulder, but he was upright, and out of reach. . As it happened the blocks weren't selling that well and six months later only one home was being built. The way our home was built our privacy seemed still assured so we carried on as before skinny dipping and sex outdoors for ourselves and friends. The home on the adjoining property was finally finished, though we had seen a car going backwards and forwards we never saw our neighbours. However one afternoon we were in the pool with a couple of friend I noticed someone on the neighbours roof,. The flashing images, the flashing messages, it was everything I loved and everything I felt. Video clips and images of both beautiful dicks and beautiful women, faces, breasts and asses, all mixed together and flashing on my screen. No porn had ever excited me more, I was drawn into its world. “One taste of cock and you are hooked” I read the words, I knew and maybe feared they were true. “You love the taste” “Give in to your urges” “You love cock. You are a faggot!” The words and images bled. She blushed, obviously flattered by a rare comment. I used to be a lot larger, she admitted. I let go of her large breast and explained, Della, I know exactly what it feels like to feel out of place. To be judged based on appearances. Actually, I assume you have judged me too. But I finally had enough of the judging and being treated like a doormat. Didnt I, baby sister? My sister still on the floor answered, rather seductively, Yeah, the mouse finally roared like a lion. I returned my gaze to.