I reached up to caress his chest. The quarter-sized rose nipples were in peaks, warm against my palms. Then I stroked back down, hoping I'd remember...every detail of his magnificent torso. Mike looked down at me, still crouched on the tile of the locker room floor. "That was great," he said. "Thank you - and don't worry, I'll never tell anyone about this. You're wonderful - and not just at this." With that, he began to draw out of my mouth, still uttering gasps of pleasure.He reached down,. The problem was he kind of felt like he was a “Yankee” because most of his family was from the North but then he was born in Georgia and that would definitely make him a “Rebel”. He like being a rebel because it made him allied with the underdogs and he always wanted the underdogs to win no matter if it was fighting or some kind of game like soccer or baseball.He liked the music from both side of the war. The catchy tune of “Dixie” and the stirring sounds of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic”. Now, Damien’s not a ‘yes, dear,’ type. Maybe ‘yes, boss’ at work, but it’s clear that you’re both dramatically different types of men. What I said before is true, papi. I need both of you, both types of men. I need your soft, loving, romantic, vanilla, sometimes okay, maybe a little submissive ... but as I said before, mostly vanilla ... I need that rom-com leading man type. That’s you. You’re Ryan Reynolds or Steve Carell or Adam Sandler or Nicolas Cage. That’s so you.“Then there’s Damien, who. What had I justdone, I had masturbated my neighbor, and it felt gooooood. That night I came so hard as my husband talked me through another orgasm. Now I was hooked on masturbating Tony, every night I milked his cock. On the 4th night Tony asked me if he could turn around so he could watch me masturbate him. I don't know" "Linda please, you play with me every night, the least you could do islet me look at you while you play with me, besides I will come even faster" "Okay go ahead" Tony turned.