But my marriage is not a farce. It’s real. The sooner you understand that, the better. I’ve accepted who I am, thanks to you. You opened my eyes. ...’m bisexual, though you’d be happy if I was homosexual. I can love you and love my wife at the same time.’ ‘Then don’t you think she should learn about your involvement with me!’Daniel laughed, ‘No, it’s much better this way. Believe me.’ ‘Better for you.’ ‘Let me make it better for you too,’ he tried to kiss Stein but the young man pulled away.‘You. Serves you right, pothead.” Encouraging words from my bitch of a sister. I spent the next day moping around the house. I constantly checked my phone to see if Lauren messaged me, but she never did. My heart nearly stopped when I heard my phone go off. I received a text from Gretchen, who was Lauren’s cheerleading friend. Gretchen despised me. She would take every opportunity to talk down to me. Her message read, “Meet me at 1903 Main Street, 7pm. Don’t be late.” “Odd,” I wondered what she. The heat of your turgid flesh fills my mouth as a drop of your precum leaks onto my tongue. I gently lick at the tip and apply gentle suction and am rewarded with a groan of pleasure. I angle my head again to look up into your eyes, meeting your gaze as I move forward, sliding more and more of your cock into my hot, wet mouth.My head swims with desire as my lips massage your rock-hard shaft as it slides across my tongue. I double down to take you as deep into my mouth as I can and I imagine how. You slowly undo it and then unbutton my pants so you can put your hand down them and feel how big and hard you have made me. You look up to me and smile as you stroke it outside of my boxers. Then you take a firm grip of both my pants and boxers and pull them down. To help you I lift myself up a little.When you free it from it's boxer prison it bounces out and hits my belly and then stands firm just a few inches from your face.I sit down again when you've gotten my pants and boxers down to my.