‘When did you first start thinking of this fantasy?’ ‘I was eight and my father came into my bedroom and made me suck his penis. He told me that...he would kill me if I told on him. I started fantasizing what that would be like. He continued to have sex with me until he committed suicide three years ago. He left me a note and a fortune. He had never told my mother who died a year before him. In his note he said he was sorry.’ ‘How did all that effect you?’ ‘I have trouble relating to men my age.. ..I was starting to panic as we got closer to Granny's house, and I was watching the sky get darker. I knew that I'd missed supper, and I was going to have to hear about it."Here's fine!" I yelled "See ya Antoine!" As I jumped out of the truck so fast and started running towards the house, I heard Antoine call out something like "Love you Beb!"...I wasn't sure if I was imagining it or not, but kept on running without looking back. I smiled to myself, soooo happy that he might have said he loved. We couldn't help but think about you. You're sexy, beautiful, funny, and just thinking about you makes us hard." Kevin added.After talking with Kevin and Nick, I packed my overnight bag and got in my car. Even though it was raining outside, I was excited about tonight. While driving, I began thinking about the really good sex I had with both men, at separate times. Kevin's not only the tall, dark, and handsome man, but a very romantic, chivalrous, kind-hearted man as well. When Kevin and I have. ...Then he puts his dick back in my mouth but with quick shorter strokes with his hands on my head fucking my mouth really good. He pull out and started rubbing his dick on my nipples and rubbing my shoulders. Then he bends down and started sucking my nipples and biting them and twisting . I am feeling so erotic and freaky now. Then he says turn around and bend over. Oh shit I about to get my asshole ripped apart by this guy with that monster dick....oh well ...WTF. So I do as he says. He spits.