But, you haven’t forgotten why you wanted to come up to the room, so you turn and walk out to the sitting room. A small balcony door is open to the...left. You walk out and look out over the grounds. The balcony is small with just enough room for a table a two chairs. Beyond the oak railing, you see the pool. It is about 200 feet away. You can hear that people are talking, but you can’t understand the conversations. You can see them, however. Several of the guests in the pool are naked, skinny. I stroke his big black dick with my free hand and look into his eyes as I fuck him. His name is Mark Texeira. He's a tall black guy I am deeply in love with. And because I love him, I'm drilling my twelve-inch dildo deep into his ass. It's the only way he'll stay faithful to me. Ever since he told me he was bisexual, I've been racking my brain trying to come up with a way to satisfy his bisexual urges. Otherwise I fear he might go to other men. I can't lose him to a man. I don't want to lose. The next day my ass didn't hurt like all holy hell to my surprise, although I did notice an awkward feeling while sitting and I walked a little bow-legged. I definitely didn't feel like any less of a man for having been penetrated. But I did feel like I had been a letdown. I was worried that I made a bad partner when I was the one getting fucked. I eventually found out that my performance was on par with an ex-girlfriend whose virginity Mac had taken, but that was months later. At the time I. I knelt behind her and, one hand on her hips to hold her in place, I slowly withdrew the plug - four thick, stubby inches of phallic plastic slipped smoothly from her gaping, slippery hole. She gasped softly, and her knees trembled as it finally left her body. The scent of her arousal was strong in the still air of the suite. "Oh, God..." she whispered. "My husband, my darling, I need you inside me. I'm so - oh, my love, I'm so empty without you."I squeezed a generous handful of lube into my.