." i said over and over... "My ass feel good?" he asked looking back. "It feels so fucking good...." i said as he smiled proudly. "Fuck it .. fuck my ...ss...." he begged as i leaned into him and grabbed him pulling him to my as he knew what i wanted. I wanted to taste his lips while i fucked him and he gave it to me as he looked back and we were now kissing as my hands held onto his body. Both of us moaning as we were in eachothers faces. Me, still thrusting in and out of his ass. He couldn't. She looked a little dazed but knelt before me. She wrapped her mouth around my throbbing stiffness.Jane:I was so excited to spend more time with My John. I knelt before him. I wanted to swallow him up. His shaft smelt strongly of my wetness. I took it as far into my mouth as I could, tasting the sweet saltiness of his seed and my wetness. My wetness was still throbbing and so I used my free hand to rub my most sensitive spot. I moved my head forwards and backwards, enjoying My John’s throbbing. The story of my flight from the shower room had made the rounds already. I was evidently straight, open-minded, and scared shitless of women seeing me naked. I nodded my head. Over lunch I decided to be blunt. “Brett, what’s it like to be gay?” He asked me what it’s like to be straight, and I didn’t have an answer. “Well, it’s what I am.” “Same thing here,” Brett said.” It’s what I am.” Hmmm, what do I say now? Brett told me he had pretty much always known he was gay. He didn’t come out until. The bag emptied itself into my buttquickly under the pressure Bill was putting on it. He removedthe nozzle and shoved a butt plug in its place."You aren't gonna get rid of that shit until I say so, boy!And when I'm done with ya here, you're gonna clean up that messyou just made with your tongue!"Then he started laying into my ass with what felt like atwo-by-four. He wasn't holding back either; I could tell thathe was pissed! He just kept flailing away at my ass until Icouldn't stand it any more.