The next 2-guys were a blur. All I could remember was my amazement at being on my knees in an adult bookstore, sucking the dick of a total stranger. Y...t here I was, sucking the stranger cock like my very life depended on it. And worse, I was relishing in the excitement of it all. I could do this every day..Once I discovered glory holes, I fell in love with that kind of place. After my Freshman year I moved about 15-minutes away, and then when not in class, I practically lived there. I’d stop in. If a man like me ever had favorites, in my case it must have been her. Her golden hair was organised in two neat plaits finished with red ribbons, and her light blue eyes fired sparks like diamonds. »Is it true that Joseph's mill tastes sweeter?«, so I tickled her honesty with rhetoric feathers. The riding crop was on my desk, demanding utmost respect. »Nonono, maybe just a little bit ... ?«, the naive maid was trying to evade a straight answer, but I was not to be fooled! Told her, that she. They are great kids. You have to admit that." I was not about to admit to anything here. As a matter of fact, I disliked his kids. The seventeen-year-old one, Liam was his name, was always flirting with Diana. She found it amusing, but I hated it. The way he stared at her body despite knowing that Diana or I saw him do it. Also, the inappropriate touching, often hugging her in a weird way so that his hands would brush against her private parts. All of these moments ware replayed in my head. I can see why guys still look as she walks past even if she refuses to believe me.So yes there I was again. My wife finally decided to come downstairs. Having just woke up she was still in her night shirt which in reality is just is an old t-shirt of mine. I have never really minded her taking it, although I wouldn’t tell her that, as it just barely coves her ass and if she stands on her toes – her ass nicely peeks from under it. Another reason why I know guys check her out as she walks by –.