His advert was for a photo buddy, nothing more. He wanted to photograph a guy's cock and a willing man, naked in different positions. I thought this...would be a nice introduction to exploring my bi fantasies. So I got in touch with him.We exchanged e-mails for a while and he seemed nice. I needed someone intelligent and sensitive, who would let me explore at my own pace. It became obvious from our e-mails that the photography was enough for him...but if it went any further...well! Oh - and. You could just as well blame Her for it" I told him in our thoughts, and he smiled."Father Ed," I said aloud, "where is the purple stole you were preparing while we were in the emergency room?"Father Ed blushed, and patted his swollen jacket pocket where he had shoved the stole after the news of our recovery."Father," we said, "bless us that She might also bless you."He stared at us, feeling the power of our words as Wendy backed her chair up. He then approached and placed his open palms on. .."Wench leaned forward, opened her lips and pulled in the tip. Phillippe shuffled forward to get comfortable as more and more of his meat disappeared between her lips."All right," Charles directed as the two settled in. "Phillippe, she's a vessel. If what she does on her own isn't good enough, feel free to direct her. The purpose of the exercise is to get her to take it deep and swallow your cum. But I think you'll agree that there's no need to get too rough."Phillippe's "Guess not," was. I want you all the way inside me and I lift my hips to meet you. You stop moving and just hold the head of your cock just inside my opening. You whisper, ‘Don’t move or I’ll cum.’ I whisper back, ‘I want you to cum.’ You close your eyes and shake your head slowly, ‘Not yet.’ Your voice is deep with passion. Then you take your cock out of me and lean over to kiss me deeply. You whisper against my lips, ‘I want you on your knees. Come on turn over’ and you raise off me to give me room to turn.