In my mind, I was a mobile Roman statue, a vision to be admired, not to be threatening. Even now, after all these years, this is still my self-image, ...ith at least a little justification.I like to walk in the neighbourhood between three and four in the morning, fully naked, usually holding a scrunched-up running costume in my hand for emergencies. I like to collect the morning paper as the sun comes up or collect the mail as it goes down, naked. In these circumstances, my senses are on high. He was facing me rubbing our cocks and he bent down and kissed my neck. I didn’t pull away in fact I quite enjoyed it. He kept kissing my neck and I felt him working his lips toward my chin. Next thing I know he his kissing my lips shoving his tongue into my mouth. I opened my mouth and kissed him back. We made out for about 5 minutes all the time grinding our cocks against each other. I couldn’t believe how excited I was to be French kissing another dude. All I could think about was not. Suddenly my shaft which was enjoying the freedom of basking in the sunlight was denied that pleasure by being engulfed in a warm moist cavern of a female mouth.Surrounded by lips and lashed by a probing tongue, the hardness of that shaft increased to the point that it turned into a rod of steel hardness ready to do battle with the enclosure which surrounded it. My state of arousal was climbing with lightning speed as my body reacted to the assault and issued forth a veritable torrent of white. The hum in the tube was deafening and Jamie covered her ears. Then flash and she was gone. Sam smiled deviously. "Let's turn her into something hideous." He said.Chris shook his head. Sam sighed. The light flashed and Jamie appeared looking like a very old woman. "This isn't funny." She yelled, her voice shaking. "Sure it is, granny." Sam replied and gave Chris a high five. Chris smiled. "Sorry, Mel. I couldn't resist. Turnabout is fair play, you know." He played with the buttons again and.