It just happened naturally. I tried to be cool about it, settling under the weight and getting a good grip upon the bar. Babs leaned over me, her clea...age perched directly over my eyes. I’d never felt so exposed in my entire life, and then I made it worse.I raised my feet on the bench, and arched my back overly hard, sticking my pelvis out in the air and balancing on my shoulder blades. People in the gym did this sometimes, and though it was fucking stupid, I figured this was a ripe opportunity. On the eighth convulsion he started to relax and his volume decreased but his prostate kept up its work. I worked the head and shaft of his cock until he became too sensitive to take it. At that point I slipped my tongue under his balls and washed him clean. After another minute I was once again able to get his cock back in to my mouth and he was able to tolerate some sucking and stimulation. Once again he pumped three more times and then pulled back. He moaned ‘Just too sensitive’ and after. They were no aliens but hung black guys dressed as clowns.” “I’ve never seen a black clown before,” I tried to joke with her. “There were two in my dreams! And they were wearing the same strange masks with the evil smile as the movie.” I had to admit, that wouldn’t be something I’d want to dream about. “Okay,” I sat down beside her, “what have exactly happened in your dream?” “Well… there were these two clowns. They both were huge, muscular, bald black guys with their faces painted white. We hit it off every way else and exclusively dated for a year. I knew I loved him and he loved me, despite his limitation.”“But… Your…”“My children? Be patient I'll get there. So… where was I? Oh yes, we decided we couldn't live without each other and got married. At first, it all went well, but I had certain needs that became obvious plus we both wanted a family. So, Sam came to me frustrated and said he had a plan. It was simple. I was to take lovers, but with certain rules.”I gasped at what.