”Mack nodded. “Me, too.” He sipped his coffee. “It makes the most sense if we think about what would make, maybe how we could make, the challe...ge exciting and arousing.“Like this threesome. It turns me on to imagine me offering you sexually to another man and you responding… willingly. Part of that is a sort of smug satisfaction that you will choose me as a partner in your bed afterward. Kind of proving that I am the life partner of choice for you. Well, at least that is how I see it. Quote:. We both loved pop music from the 1960s and even though it was now 1970 it was still the sort of music people sang, danced and listened to and most could be sung along to. Occasionally we reminisced our “courting” days by Sarah wearing stockings and suspenders for me when she preferred those damned tights. Sarah would brew a lovely cup,of coffee in our percolator and we,d chat and listen to pop music and now and then read the hard to believe “reader,s letters” and soft core porn pictures from. Average cock and that I should wank myself off while I watch them make out.She was trying to free his dick from his boxers when she started asking the guy if I could take out his cock and guide it into her, at this point I was worried that the guy would freak out! He was okay with it he said, as long as he could fuck her in front of me. I couldnt believe what I was hearing, my head was spinning in anticipation and slight fear of what lay ahead. But, I was SO turned on after listening to her. Busy.’ ‘Lots of classes today?’ he asks. ‘More just running around and writing.’ Popping my hip against the wall, I cradle the phone between my shoulder and ear, picking at the dirt under my fingernails. ‘I got all your texts though.’ ‘Just didn’t respond?’ ‘Didn’t have time. Really.’ ‘Are we good?’ he asks suddenly, voice strained. A laugh bursts from my throat, jarring the pedestrians hurrying by. He remains silent over the line so long I think I lost him. ‘You there?’ ‘Yes,’ comes.