“It's simple, really,” I started, looking at Mark, still deep in his thought. “We needed something that we couldn’t get from you, and we found...that we can satisfy that need for each other. That’s it. One night we got drunk and started to talk. We complained about our sex lives, and how unsatisfactory they were for us. We never looked anywhere else for satisfaction. I’ve had some gay experiences a long time ago and, well,” I paused and took another sip of my drink.“Well, what? You thought to. Her hands moved downwards and undid the buttons on my shirt, slipped it off of my shoulders and ran her hands across my chest and stomach.My hands by now were cupping her boobs and gently pinching her nipples causing her to gasp slightly.She then crouched down and undid my trousers and after they had dropped to my ankles she pulled down my boxers.My cock sprang out and she made an appreciative noise before gently licking the tip and rolling my foreskin back.I groaned with pleasure and she. . understand?"GAMBARDELLA'S was tiny outside and big inside. Sit read the sign inside the door. His father took a seat at a table."Damiano!" he hollered. "Get your scrawny ass out of the kitchen!"The whole place shut up.Damiano Gambardella stalked out of the kitchen with a cleaver in his hand. He was as wide as the batwing doors and ugly as sin. There was a jagged scar running from a thatch of white hair on his coalblack head. It split his left eyelid and ran a zigzag down his cheek across one. She stood up, came to me, gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, “Thanks mum.” Then she went to Andy, hugged him, gave him also a kiss on the cheek and said, “Thanks dad.” After she had left the dining room, I looked at Andy. “She called us mum and dad,” I whispered. Andy chuckled. “That’s what we technically are.” On the next evening, we took Cindy to the bathroom to show her some of our tricks. We had decided that the bathroom would be better to not overtax her with the number of toys in the.