I take my place at your side and our lips meet in an old familiar embrace. We kiss long and passionately. "Wow! I exclaim," I've never kissed a man be...ore," I pant. "Of course you have, silly, you've been kissing one all weekend," is your breathless reply. My mind races to make sense of the situation. You are still you, I reason, no matter what you're wearing. I, too, am the same compassionate, caring human being, wig or no wig. The clothes and makeup are secondary. It is our souls that are. Your friend started to have trouble sitting still. You leaned on and asked if she liked the movie. She said it was almost to sexy for her right now. She said it was difficult not be able to get physical attention from a man when she got this turned on. You told me to kiss her. She looked at you like you were crazy, but did not resist when I came over, sat down, and then started to kiss her. Her breathing was pretty hard and she was obviously very turned on. I ran my hands over her body and she. She takes his shaft in her mouth and rubs his sore cockhead with her fingers. Wesley practically jumps out of his skin, wanting to that is, as soon as the triple team began pushing him into a higher level of pain and pleasure. The stimulation from between his legs and the oral ministration up his boy twat was too much for Wesley. He peaks and his body convulses into a violent orgasm as his ass is raped by a tongue and his cock and balls ravaged by Klingon mouths and hands. Jets of his own jism. It looked solid, and it looked menacing, and I was getting wet....At the base opposite the pillow was another arm, it looked length adjustable, with a box that had a metal rod sticking out towards the bench. The rod was threaded at the end, and the box had an electrical cord not yet plugged in. It also looked like that arm was removable.I knew what that box was. John had told me one of his fantasies was having me ride a fucking machine while I sucked him dry. That was a powerful fantasy for.