"It was a fantasy of ours, and we should have told you. We should have told you." You're God damn right you should have!" John yelled, taking a couple...of steps towards the couple."I'm sorry, John!" Melanie yelled, as Stephen put his arms around her protectively."Go sit over there!" John ordered her. "I want to talk to this pussy and I want him to hear me."Stephen nodded to her, and Melanie got up and walked across the room and sat in the chair. She leaned forward in it, scared at what might. Hell, you’re better looking than my new husband! I’d like nothing better than for you to slide your fingers in my pussy under this table right now and for me to jack you off before we finish this wine. But if I go down that road I’ll never turn back. Can we just agree to be really close friends, at least for now?”“At least for now”, was the important phrase I took away from that exchange. It gave me a glimmer of hope that I might one day slide my bulging cock into the tight space between. It’s weird, eh? Oh, man. I’m still saying eh, even months after moving back to my home State of Connecticut from the Province of Ontario, Canada. Anyhow, Abdul the Doberman and I have forged a grudging friendship for the sake of our mutual love for Fathiyah. The bastard does nothing but sit on his ass all day, licking his balls. Alright, fine. I sometimes envy him. Not because he’s got the amazing ability to lick his own balls ( which is pretty cool ) but because he was my Fathiyah’s first. “She does give you oral sex, doesn’t she?”. He shook his head no. “Hmmmmm… I could take care of that if you’d like me to…”. I love, love, love giving blowjobs and I could tell that Greg was sexually frustrated. He didn’t say a word as I fully unzipped his ski pants, and insulated long johns, and pulled them down to his ankles. His erection bulged in his boxers. “Someone seems excited,” I observed with a vixen-like smile. With that, I lowered my head onto his sensitive cock. I liked it when I.