“Of course not! There’s nothing wrong with two boys exploring each other’s bodies. It feels good when you touch each other’s cocks, doesn’t ...t?” Bart couldn’t believe what he was hearing lisa had never talked like this before. “Yeah, it does feel good” he said. Lisa smiled. “Do you two do this a lot?” “No!” milhouse said. “It’s okay milhouse” lisa said. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Have you ever sucked each other’s dicks?” Bart’s eyes widened as did milhouse’s. “Sucked them?” milhouse’s said. Months later, with my tan lines all but gone, all I had left was that pair of panties tucked away in the back corner of my dresser drawer to convince me that I wasn't insane - those pretty panties and the enduring feeling of emptiness. My social life atrophied due to my own disinterest and my work became a grind. It was nothing but a different location to be in while I ached for something more.It was a Tuesday and I was going through the motions in my office, making myself prepare for an. Did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy exerting control over the boy?" "Very much," I said. "Let me guess that that is not the first time you have played a dominant role." I nodded. "But mostly, you have let the man..." she paused, thinking, "...or men... play the dominant role." I nodded again, and started to blush. How had she guessed? Had someone written "Slut" across my forehead? "I think you enjoy playing the slut; enjoy being dominated by men." I smiled in response. "But I think you enjoyed. I'm ready. I read my instructions: "Suck your husband hard while he's asleep". I give my response. Yes sir. Always, yes sir. Anything, yes sir. Everything, yes sir... Without a fraction of hesitation, I turn to my husband...the instrument that will assist me in completing my task. I move my hand to his cock and grip it hard. The early morning testosterone boost helps my assignment and he's hard almost instantly. I slide under the covers pulling his boxers down, my mouth following, kissing and.