I lifted one leg as much as the vanitywould allow. Martin grabbed my leg behind the knee and pulled meagainst him. He leaned back, grabbing my other...leg as I raised it whileI pushed against the vanity with my arms.Soon he held me up, my back pressed against his chest, my knees heldwith his arms hooked under them at the elbows, and his big cock stillburied deep in my ass.Now I'm in no way a petite person; but held against him in this positionwith my legs spread wide and my ass impaled on his. I'm short and a bit on the chunky side. But geez, I've seen much homelier guys than me with good looking babes mooning over them,As time wore on I got more and more desperate, for human contact of any kind. Any kind of human contact would be acceptable I started to notice some cute looking guys and wondering what it would be like to have a gay relationship. I fantasised. I watched some adult movies featuring bisexual activity, and as more and more time elapsed, sucking some small, slender guys. Although his dick was not what you might call soft it did show signs of recent activity. The Countess wanted to rectify that and invited him to stand by the bed while she re-positioned herself to place her lips on it. She didn’t take it into her mouth right away she simply toyed with it until it was as hard as a rock, then she slipped it in as Andrew’s legs turned to jelly.The Countess knew how to suck cock but she didn’t over do it as she was needing some stimulation herself. She lay back. Squinting, bringing my hands to my face, a lightness to my thoughts. Barely feeling the thud of meeting the floor, I fall into a well of darkness. Whispers filling the air as shadows pass over me, hands piling and grabbing. The heat building around me, feeling like I’m drowning, being swallowed, silent screams, my heart pounding . Launching up, eyes trying to adjust, feeling warm hands on my bare chest. Panting and gasping, eyes coming to focus on…an angel? Soft eyes meet mine, words like never.