Each click brings me to either a fake video of a girl trying to lure me into some kind of scheme or some guy just as desperate as I am waving his dick...at me. It's become so rare to come across an actual live female that I've taken to jerking off while watching porn, and letting anyone watch. And that anyone always turns out to be a guy.When I first discovered these random cam generator sites there was no way I would do this. But eventually there came a little thrill when another stranger would. I led her to the upstairs toilet, pulled her bottoms down and help her sit down, I told her I’ll wait outside the door until she is done, and I turned on the fan as I left. About 10 minutes later she called for me. I went in the heavy smell was still in the air, her embarrassment looked priceless, I felt very sorry for her. I flushed the toilet, and then helped her stand to where she was bending over without losing her balance, I wiped her butt clean. She had more tears in her eyes as I. There was maybe three already in the pot. I had a grand in the pot, he had bet three, and that would leave me with thirty-five hundred. I didn't want to scare off the third guy, so I thought for a second or ten, and then called. The guy to my left saw it as a sign of weakness, so he raised the bet to sixty-five hundred. He picked the number to put me all in. The guy to my right was the one that cleaned me out earlier, and he had the big stack at the table, so he called. It was my turn, so I. Patrick knew how to kiss. I watched him practice with a wide range of women over the years, and teased him mercilessly about it. But that first kiss was a surprise, and has left me hungry ever since. His lips are soft, a stark contrast to the slight scratch to the skin surrounding them. I love that contrast, so different from the feeling of my husband’s mouth. I love the contrast between these two men I know so well, love that they know and use this, husband and friend. Patrick is the more.