A photo of some boy - around our age - sitting on a chair, totally naked, legs spread and one hand wrapped around his big hard dick.Mike turned the pa...es. More shots of that same boy, in all poses and from all angles. And the last one was a close up of his dick shooting a load of jazz straight into the air.My dick was hard and I couldn't stop myself from rubbing it with one hand. Mike saw me do that. "What are you doing? You're turned on by this? Are you gay?" No, I'm not gay. Or at least I. People in scrubs, wearing masks and rubber gloves, appeared like ants on a piece of sticky dropped candy on a playground. The amount I was bleeding had them rushing all around. I had an IV put in my other thigh that was hooked up to machine that was then connected to bags of blood on a pole. Looking inside myself I saw that the place in my head had originally done something to make it appear that what I was squirting out had the right types of energy that it would look like my own blood to. She explained that she was still getting used to being on her feet all day and her left foot hurt a little bit. I told her to lie down on the sofa and that I would put a some liniment on her feet and massage them a bit. She readily agreed and I got a tube of Ben Gay which I keep in the drawer next to my bed.I removed her shoes and stockings and began to rub her feet, one at a time. As I did I noticed that her skirt had crept up above her knees and I could see her inner thighs. I put a bit of. I looked at my lover "breakfast?" "Sure, but first lets rest a little and then take a shower, and I forgot to tell you, I bought new toys, you and my and your Pancho and Vicky are going to have fun tonight." She said.I was intrigued, we had played tons of times, but never with toys. Oh well I said to my self, "que será, será."We took our shower together, I love seeing this woman naked, dressed, in the water on the beach, and as my partner in crime.We finished but ropes and went to the.