He spends most of his time sitting alone in hisapartment watching TV. Flipping through channels day after day, henotices a pattern in the content of t...e TV programming. Well, it seemsto be a pattern to him anyway. After compiling notes and formulatingtheories in his dark and dingy apartment, Danny is convinced that thereis a conspiracy to marginalize and destroy masculinity. He is also surethat this vast conspiracy cost him his marriage! After showing hisfevered theory and piles of "evidence". I stood there moaning , watching him suck my cock as he sucked me with his eyes closed. I reached down and pulled my cock out of his mouth as i grabbed him by his chin and i made him look at me as i gave him a wet passionate kiss, tasting a mixture of his spit and my precum. "Ride my cock..." I said as he smiled and i backed up to sit back down and he came over, climbing on top of me as he got a comfortable seat on my cock. He grabbed it and after a few tries , the head of my cock found his. I sneaked a glance to my right to see if I’d woken up my boyfriend with my antics, but apparently my orgasm didn’t have as much of an effect on him as it did myself. Careful not to rustle the duvet too much, I raised my hand to my mouth, and let the tip of my tongue graze my wet fingers, squirming in sheer delight at the salty but sweet taste of my own juices. It was the fourth time now that I’d dreamt of licking another woman’s pussy. Although in my early 20’s and fresh out of university, I. I resisted her pull and slid down between her thighs, caressing her legs with my hands from behind while playing my mouth and tongue along her inner thighs. "Please!" she moaned, "Oh God, please!" as I kissed back up her thighs to the epicenter of desire. My tongue again traced the outline of her sex, this time lingering, allowing my lips to kiss and pull her into my mouth. I gently pushed my tongue into her vagina and tasted her sweetness. There is nothing like the taste of a woman. Nothing.