Was it the one in the back of the pub... or the one in the car.... or the one with the two of them? So many delightful ideas and sexy scenarios to cho...se from...Your skin is warm and soft to the electric fire of your touch. Another quick sip of wine and your thoughts jumble... I knew that robe wouldn't stay on long... Your nipples are so hard! That little pinch sent just the right shiver down your body, the wet fire growing ever more present. Flashes of images... ideas... desires... swirl. "Just like a sissy bitch, you're missing the big picture. You won't be fucking anymore. That's true, but you will be getting fucked in that sweet, tight pussy of yours. And you will be sucking cock and getting all that yummy cum." The thought of being fucked and sucking cock and cum, overwhelmed me with pleasure. What did I care about fucking? I was a sissy bitch and sissy bitches love to be fucked in their sissy pussies. If nothing else, Sam had already shown me the truth of that. "And you. If manly was defined by a picture in a dictionary it would have been a picture of George. He strode with confidence and security as if he owned the ground he walked on. George was in his mid 40s and a powerhouse of a man. He stood at 62 and had a solid athletic build. Dirty blond hiar close cropped with touches of grey at the temples which added a touch of distinction to him. A chiselled body from hard work, classically rugged good looks and a look from his gorgeous blue eyes could turn a. For a time, they sat waiting for Tyler to recover. He sat on the bed with his fly open and his cock dangling out from the opening. The view was both amusing and erotic and Sandy anxiously waited for its resurrection. She wanted him so badly in her pussy. Finally she could wait no longer and unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. "It's getting late, Tyler. Let's wake up your sleeping Peter." 'Peter' was her endearing term for her husband's penis. She enjoyed the playful thought.