It all came flooding back and I knew that i was very much stuck with this fetish.It was a little hit and miss after that as to if a girl would let me ...lay. Some thought it great, other thought me a freak. As I got older I could become more comfortable with my kink and would work it into spanking and other bedroom play. I would find most girls would be happy to have something like a thermometer in their bottom, all the fun of it being naughty without the idea that it could hurt like anal sex. By. I said, reassuringly, "Of course I'm the only one. James and Peter are thumbing through some old Cosmopolitans that are laying here. James must have been talking about something he saw in one of them." She had to know I was lying, but it seemed that if I didn't mind my friends looking, she wasn't going to be concerned either. She dropped her hands. "Oh yeah, that is so much better," I said. "You really do like it when my tits are bare, don't you?" she asked. "Oh yeah!" I replied. "But you. But instead he takes the cloth and washes your chest. The cloth is rough and warm. You can feel it making circles around your breasts. Closing closer. The circles tighten. The warm rough cloth moves closer. And closer. You can feel it coming. Just as you feel the cloth approaching your left breast your arch your back and thrust your breast up to him. And waves of pleasure pass through you as his hand lightly scrapes your nipple. He stands behind you as he moves the warm cloth all over your. I said no way in hell, You need to be taught a lesson. She removes he towel and say you can't handle this. Fuck she was absolutely gorgeous. Her body was built for sex. I told her that as hot as she is, I got this, so get ready to lose. I stand up and my 9" fat black cock points right at her and she get wide eyed. She says no problem after I get a hold of that monster you'll be begging me to stop. she said you now why I turned gay, it was because no man could handle me and you are not going to.