They were thick tears, wet and uncontrollable, more the tears of a small child with a scraped knee than an eighteen-year-old with fake tits about to l...se his balls. They were music to his master’s ears, and the tall, powerful man found himself unable to resist the opportunity his sissy’s open mouth presented. Removing his long, throbbing, uncircumcised cock from its hot prison, he shifted the banding device to his right hand and, with his left, took hold of his sissy’s lustrous, shoulder-length. The past few years I have been approached by more married or attached women than single ones. I have learned that women cheat probably just as much as men or more however they seem to hide it better. I was divorced at 32 and have been single ever since. I have done the online dating which was like shooting fish in a barrel when it comes to getting laid. I have also learned that if I go out seeking pussy I never seem to find it however when you least expect it, it falls into your lap. This is. Well, I think that its time for us to get even better acquainted, she said after the pleasantries were exhausted. I watched in complete admiration as Cindy walked up to Bill, drew him up from his chair and placed her arms around him… drawing his pelvis firmly to her and hugging him. As she kissed him I smiled and excused myself saying, I think Ill go and fix us some drinks. I slipped into the hallway going to the kitchen, but stopped to watch what transpired. Cindy took Bill by the hand and. Now another hand, and still another – circling and fondling – teasing your nipples. You want to tell them not to stop, but you mustn’t. You feel like a cat wanting to rub up into the patting hand. “Here, reach down and play with her shaved pussy.”“No, no, I could never do that.”“Sure you could. Watch.”You sense fingers toy your clit. You feel nice, unafraid, knowing these women are not going to hurt you.“Oh. Mandy! Stop! You shouldn’t be doing that.”“Why?” and the curious fingers continued to.