I would think of him when I was in bed at night with my husband. I thought of Mr. Cazares as I licked and sucked my husband’s cock. I thought of Mr....Cazares as I rode on my husband’s cock.I was slipping. I felt myself becoming more and more oriented toward Mr. Cazares’ needs. When he would be near me in the social hall during a Sunday after-service lunch, I would find his hand on my knee and not object. On the occasions where he was close to me in church, he took shameful liberties – pinching. I had brought her there in hopes that the music would be something we could “dirty” dance to, but as luck would have it, the “party” felt more like a few friends and 2 or 3 random people sitting down watching a not-that-interesting football game. She caught on that I was up to something by my silence, and turning away from her friend, she confronted me with suspicion in her eyes. Before she could question me, I laughed and held my hands In front of me reassuringly, and began to tell her why I. I also found out that I liked it. So for the last 8 years I have been dividing myself between pussies and cocks. I don’t do it often but when the mood strikes I have to suck a cock and I hunt until I find it.So, this story is about going to the local adult movie theater searching for some cock to suck. When I got there I immediately went to the back where guys tended to hang around hoping to get a blow job or to suck some cock themselves. Anyway I sat on a bench at the very back and this bench. I was laughing again as I pulled the lasagna out of the oven and put it on the dining table.Laura had followed me into the kitchen, standing by as I made up plates and set them out. Quietly, she asked, “Fuzzbutt does have a safeword of some sort? I’ve never heard you mention anything.”I hadn’t ever really thought about it in those terms, but actually, “the entire English language.” I answered. “Occasionally when something’s gone wrong and there’s a pinch or something numb, he’ll just tell me.”.