.shit.....I'm a..? What amI now....does it even matter?I don't care, I'm going there with him, you only live once one life tolive, and all that, and w...ll, it turns me on. Go away, shameful feelingsand guilt over stuff I have no control over. I'm a good person I know Iam...and It turns me on, and him too, and after all those years ofpurging and shame I met someone special who..oh FUCKK!!!!...shut up!!! Iyelled at myself...and told myself to breathe and enjoy it, stopworrying, only joy together. Cliché as it was, to her, it hurt SO good. Jane claimed another kiss from her while Ken applied the other clamp. Ally was in heaven as she was pulled into the bathroom by her nipples. Ken helped her to her feet, then took hold of the chain and gently tugged in the direction he wanted her to go.She was going nuts. Just one little touch - hell the friction of her thighs was almost enough to set off a huge orgasm. Ken and Jane knew what they were doing though. They could feel what their oh. He knew what I wanted but didn't dare move, so I wrapped his fingers round my cock and started pulling his hand up and down my long cock as I now started to use his leaking precum to lubricate his knob and put more pressure on my thumb as I circled the underside of his cock. He was lost in the pleasure I was raising in his cock, his whole being seamed to be focused in and controlled by the sensations in his cock. He started to wank my cock, stopping every now and then to rub his thumb over my. I got some business at home." Don't call me that, homo," Russell said. We had stopped whispering and others were paying attention to what they perceived as an argument. But it wasn't an argument. That's how Russell and I talked to each another."Sorry, okay if I call you Three?"Russell let that one slide. "What's so important that you have to go home this weekend? My uncle's coming to pick me up. Tell that chauffeur of yours not to come after you." I can't do that," I said."How come?" Because,.