Daeng plays on their notion of needing to cum, of needing a cock, of wanting a larger Falang cock, of my reputation as a solid businessman with whom t...ey could be proud to be seen in public, and of my need not to have a relationship. That last factor actually works to my advantage among these women! Daeng gets them to admit they need and want a nice cock, and at the same time makes it seem the most moral of possible alternatives to fuck me, a man who does not want a relationship with them! . I slid around on the bed loving the sensations of the tight satin.Keith moaned and rolled around under my lips. I sucked because I wanted so very much to please my new husband. I wanted to... to taste his cum, just like my sister wouldn't. I hoped she wouldn't be too mad at me when she found out that I'd made love to her husband. What else could a bride do on her wedding night?Keith let me suck him for what seemed like hours. Gently guiding my willing mouth up and down his long shaft. Telling. No cars drove by, no people on the sidewalks. It was as if they were waiting, anticipating something big. Inside the house with the white picket fence, and the perfectly trimmed green grass, on the second floor, behind a locked bathroom door, the sounds of light humming could heard. She stood there naked, in all her glory. Not a care in the world as she looked herself over in the mirror over the white, porcelain sink. Bare feet placed firmly on the peach, shag rug as she turned and bent over. It was two in the morning and my head was swimming; the fact that I had lost track of the number of drinks I had fairly early on wasn't helping but the alcohol was just part of the issue. Barely restrained lust was on the verge of boiling over too. Megan had explained before we left that being in a small town, everyone knew each other and half the band we were going to see were friends of hers. That was fine. I knew I could control myself, well I hoped I could anyway.I was really looking.