The stories I enjoyed the most were about married men sucking other married men who just weren’t getting enough sex at home. And I was still fascina...ed by the idea of sucking men of color. I don’t like the stories that include huggy, kissy or anal activities, but just those about mature married men like me sucking a clean, married cock.I read both types of stories for a while and then a common theme jumped out at me. What I liked most about the cuckold stories were the descriptions of pussy. Her skin smelled like a mixture of honey and lime.I looked over at Audrey who was now moaning from the combination of Stefani and Shanna's efforts. As I watched Audrey squirm, I briefly wondered where Nikki was right now. Was she watching from her room? Was she studying for school? How often did this stuff go on at Audrey's house?"So Charley, how's the fruit salad? If you want it tossed, Shanna's more than happy to help. She's very good at that." I'm sure she is." Stefani, you're getting me. ”“You want me to go up on the ladder?”“No Jason, right here in front of me. Show me how you rubbed yourself.”Jason reached to the front of his shorts rubbing the front. I could see the outline of his cock getting hard in his shorts. Jason shocked me when he spoke up, “It would help if you opened up that robe a little.”To my own surprise I opened my robe enough to give him a good view of my cleavage. Jason moaned and rubbed harder. “If you’re going to do it, take it out,” I said to him staring. Keith rode around to the back of the dune on his side of the train and looked up. He saw 17 men hunkered down and firing over the top of the dune. A man would shoot from a kneeling position, back up a few paces, and reload his weapon, before returning to take another shot at the train. Even though the enemy was using muzzle loaders, 17 shooters were too many for one man to take on, alone, unless he could find some edge. If he worked it right, this was the perfect chance for Keith to use his.