“Shut up bitch” she said as she strode away. She was back soon, grabbed my by my hair and dragged me to the living room as I tried hard to keep up...with her as I crawled in behind her. There were seven men sitting around our living room, all with their pants down and slowly stroking their cocks. Still holding me tightly by the hair, and for the sole purpose of humiliating me, my wife loudly announced, “Boys, this is my husband. He is going to be your Fairy Cocksucker today. His mouth is yours. His offer was touching, it had been quite a while since my last double-date. During my lunch hour, I found a message on my phone: Ms. Swimming-Otter had called me back. Her message said that I could call her at about 1800 and talk. Her tone had been controlled: I wondered what she would say to my idea. Maybe she’d already guessed what it would be. After work, I went to the gym on the west side of the city. I’m a member there, all the staff know me by sight. ‘Have a nice swim, Hei Sook!’ said. I boldly decided to stand there in the hallway. I don’t know why. Was it because I act more boldly when I drink? Possibly. I began to rub my little hard-on through my jeans. Maybe a minute or two later, Ryan pulled on my mom’s hair. Her breasts lifted off the coach and Ryan began to grope them [Lucky Bastard!!!]. She turned her head to either look back at Ryan or kiss him when she noticed me standing there in the hallway. I don’t know if she saw me feeling myself. All I know is she screamed and. So by the middle of the week, when they are together over dinner, Abbie carefully mentions it. Asking that as she notices Tim’s suits are showing a bit of wear and tear, would Tim like her to help him buy some new suits and other things?Abbie did not mind, but she is alluding to his underwear. He wears old man boxers, which just are a bit bulky under a pair of pants. The new cotton boxers which shape themselves to a man’s thighs, and more so outline his cock would be so much nicer. Or even.