She arranged a towel like a coffer dam around my dick and abdomen and used the wine to rinse me. As raw as my cock still was, the sensation stung and ...hen tingled.And then the tingling got serious - because June climbed up on the bed, knelt between my legs and started lightly sucking my limp schlong. Slowly, gently, she worked my dick in and out of the plush welcome of her hot, sweet mouth and soft lips. Nothing happened for a while, but then my prick started swelling.I managed the strength to. And there was something about sharing it with him that made me feel so much less weird about the odd things I was into.But I wasn’t gay...One time Paul turned it onto an actual gay scene, a guy dressed in black leather almost like a puppy, strapped down in front of a crowd full of people in San Francisco. His dick was caged, a tail protruding from his ass as they led him around, strapping him into a pillory before pissing over him.“Dude what the fuck is this?"I asked a few minutes in, ignoring. She saw me seeing that photo she said “we were supposed to have dinner tonight, it’s our anniversary, he doesn’t care much now a day’s”I didn’t know how to react, she started telling me how she and her husband met and fell in love with each other and got married and have been living in Bangalore since then, she said that they haven’t made love to each other from past 2 months.I hugged her telling her that things will be back to normal, and nothing to worry about. Her fragrance was of the. Also known as TD or TK, meaning “teacher’s daughter” and “teacher’s kid.” She got a lot of grief over that, though never from me. After all, her mother was my favorite teacher and I was absolutely the teacher’s pet. I didn’t know how much she liked me, even after we started “dating,” which largely consisted of her sneaking out of the house to do things that fell short of intercourse.Then there was the prom, the night when Mrs. Taylor, aka “Autumn,” had promised her husband that she would.