We talked and bitched and joked and called it a night before anyone was drunk. It was mellow, and probably needed.That night in bed, Naomi and I final...y talked about it. Yes, it all excited her (“didn’t you see how hard my nipples were?”), but she was confused. She had gotten caught up in the moment and lost control of herself, and that’s what scared her. “I just want you to know,” she said, “I don’t want to have a threesome. That’s not me, that’s not who I am. Are you okay with that?”To say I. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do kids."Katie looked at me and said. "Oh my darling Tony. I want you to fuck me so badly now, lets get you undressed quickly" She quickly and expertly unzipped my pants, and pulled them off with unexpected expertise; as she used her delicate little hand to gently rub me up and down at the same time she managed to clamp her lips on to mine, to resume our passionate kissing. The rest of our clothes between passionate kisses was very soon in a pile on the floor, our. The talk moved onto more risqué themes. Sexual preferences, husbands and wives and finally to the inevitable ‘Have you ever cheated?’ Of course we both answered ‘No’. We were both lying. I excused myself for a cigarette and stepped out into the frigid November air. I had done this before, this cheating thing, but that doesn’t mean I was completely at ease with it. I had to think it through. Was he a creep? Don’t think so Do I fancy him? YES Is this morally wrong? Yes But do I want to do it? Oh. Glob after glob of semen flowed from his tip, over his hand, and down the drain. He always came hardest for his mom.Clayton was a good k** but never really excelled at anything. It was no surprise that after graduation he became under-employed at a local pizza place and moved into an apartment about two blocks away from his parents. When his parents split about a year later he was shocked but nothing really changed for him. He didn't like his dad much and was jealous of him because he was very.