I saw two men cross the street and figured them as Italians. Only Italian men wore tight-fitting speedos in public and out of the pool or beach. Maybe...there are other nationalities that do it but I had never met one. As they came closer I noted that the bulges were big and I licked my lips while I nudged Tamara with my elbow. She looked up and her eyes went wide when she saw the two men. “Those are ours. Watch and learn,” I said as I got up. While walking into the shop I adjusted my boobs. He leaned forward and started to kiss me, he hadn't swallowed my cum and he fed it to me as we kissed. We passed it between us until it was gone, he then started to push into me. He had learned not to push balls deep in one push. As the head of his cock pushed past my sphincter he stopped, giving me time to get used to it. I pushed back onto him, and he took this to mean I wanted more. Now he just eased the rest of his cock into me in one slow movement, soon I could feel his balls as he. He lifted me up onto the cabinet and sat me there….. He took my nighty off……. And grabbed my tits and licked and sucked them.. My nipples were about half an inch long by now…… I took his shirt offf and hugged him tight while rubbing my tits with his chest…. I pushed him back a little… I was so hot….. I told him to drink his juice…. He lifted it and was about to drink it but i grabbed the glass off him and poured it onto my Boobs…. I said drink ur juice now…. He hungrily licked the juice off my. Although the list was supposed to be extreme and obviously not me, the reality was those were my deep, dark secrets I fantasized about when alone and satisfying myself. Although I wasnt a lesbian, as I liked men, I had long ago realized I was in love with Zoey, and that our friendship had in many ways been like a submissive relationship, minus the sex. She usually was in charge and I was usually doing Zoeys bidding. All that said, my emotions always blurred between my love for Zoey as a friend.