“Now come here and lick my pussy.”Peter absently squatted down and sat his phone on the table, his eyes glued to the sight of her teasing her need...with the fingers of one hand, while the other played with her breast. He climbed onto the couch on his knees, and she stretched out a leg toward him. Her foot hooked behind his back, pulled him toward her, and then slid up his back toward his neck, encouraging him to lean forward.The perfume of her arousal hit him, sending chills up and down his. ‘How to get some air in this mausoleum?’ she choked. She started opening windows. New Orleans style, they cranked out from the bottom. Not too difficult, all but one rolled out smoothly. ‘Ah, fresh air. Mm, roses,’ she whispered with her eyes closed, inhaling deeply. The whole parlor seemed to be rushed with the exhilarating scent of the roses outside. Light shone in, casting rays on the walls and the magnificent paintings of a woman. ‘No, women,’ she corrected. The kitchen lay on the back side. Even casual sex with women is different. Most women I have been with for 'just sex' type of rendezvous, still liked to know a thing or two about me before getting down to it.With men, it is practically expected to go down to business almost immediately. Also, when engaging in gay sex, men, including myself, are much more comfortable to express their desires or state of mind.I like telling other men to stroke their big cocks (regardless of how big they really are) while I am fucking them, or to. Just then, Gary heard a car pulling into the driveway, making him feel incredibly nervous since he didn't know how he was going to possibly deal with his Dad. Then he reminded himself to just pretend to be Amelia. Somehow, he didn't think that it would be very difficult. Not with how easy everything else had been for him since he'd suddenly found himself in his mother's body. A minute later, the door opened up and in stepped a man who was 6 inches taller than Gary, with brown hair and a neatly.