Even though I'm curious about it, I couldn't admit to wanting it. What I'm getting at is, I've never seen myself as wanting it or liking it. To eat pu...sy, I mean, baby. I mean, you guys do it, and seem to like it. So it couldn't be too bad. Oh, I don't know! In my mind, I always thought you had to be a lesbian to want to do that. But you see, if I didn't have that choice, if I 'had' to or if I was 'made' to, I could do it. Then if I liked it, I wouldn't be a lesbian. Would I? I know I should be. After dinner, we all sat in the living room watching a Christmas special. The girls asked if they could have some hot chocolate and Traci spoke up, “Why don’t you ask Nick? He makes some GREAT hot cocoa.” Now I know I had this guilty look and Billi was looking at me for some sort of explanation, but I quickly got up and made my exit to the kitchen. After making a big pot of hot chocolate, I poured five cups, put marshmallows in them and carried them out. The girls insisted that they were going. He took out and unfolded a pair of eyeglasses and stood there under a ring of candles in his front hall and read one side and then the other and then went back and read the first side again."Preposterous," he said, taking off his glasses. And snorting, a very odd sound."Sir?" Alexander Beall said."Outrageous," Peter said, putting his glasses away."Yes sir," Beall said, "but will you do it?" Of course. I couldn't turn this down unless I was on my death bed or Noah's flood was coming down the. A brief glance back up to my eyes...followed by her head dipping down and within seconds...my cock was in her mouth. I fell back on the bed and Sue began giving me what was one of my better blowjobs. He mouth traveled up and down my shaft (her breasts brushing against my thighs) over and over again...pausing occasionally at the top, before engulfing its entirety. She often would take my balls into her mouth and at the same time stroke my shaft.I hadn't a care in the world at that point and was.