Cherry would not do anything that was too forward and she was convinced that Harry was too nice a guy to try anything himself and he was probably a li...tle daunted by the fact that at twenty nine she was ten years his elder. It was while I was watching Cherry walk around in her satin nightie that an idea struck me. I am a huge fan of the porn videos where a woman play acts that she is stuck and then gets taken advantage of. I asked Cherry if she would give this a try and she was so convinced. I finally had to stop playing, perform my nightly ablutions and go to bed — after releasing the anchors that kept me in my recliner. Before I fell asleep I mentally patted myself for muscle enhancements again — without them I would have been painfully stiff after spending hours in one position.The walk across campus next morning was a revelation. As it was, the campus was worth gazing at — the lush green of grass and leaves after the spring showers, the flowering wild cherry, dogwoods, and. " Why, Helen!" Wes gasped, chuckling at Helen's bold words. "I'm beginning to think that you're not the same woman I married!" I should hope not!" Helen retorted, sliding her hand over to press against Wes' hardening cock. "Let's have one more drink while the Champion twins go in the back and then I'm ready to go home. I have a feeling we're not going to get very much sleep tonight."Dave, overhearing the conversation, started to grin. "Finish up your drinks, guys, and I'll show you where to. All of that melts away when I look into those eyes. My entire known existence vanishes away in the blink of those eyes. I love seeing those long lashes and realizing they're mine. Beneath the mascara I see the eyes of the true believer. I see change, I see death and I see a rebirth. Gone is the man I was. Gone forever. As simple as that. I can see him, but he's a fading ghost.. Is this who I am? Am I really gay? Could I really be this cum stained faggot? Why does just thinking the word 'faggot'.