He couldn’t be gay. It wasn’t possible. Or was it? It seemed to make some sense. He liked women, admired them for their endless beauty and bodies....All women were beautiful. But a man? A man's body? Suddenly he found himself craving something. He stood up violently and paced back and forth. Owen stood and walked around to where Luca was. Standing in front of him, face to face, he could see in Luca’s blue eyes that he had rattled him. He took Luca’s hand and squeezed.Luca looked down to their. Life and two pregnancies have changed my shape from the lithe, toned teenager I once was… Softness has gathered on my hips and tummy, a light spattering of silvery stretchmarks define where my son and daughter left their short-lived marks, and the scars of my career dot across my arms and legs. I let my hand rest on the curve of my hip as the cool breeze from the window chills the room. My nipples crinkle in response and I laugh softly to myself as my breasts return to their former pert selves.. Then he let her up after giving her nipples a sharp tweak, so she was standing beside the bed reaching for her bathrobe when Ron Taylor arrived. He quickly assessed the situation and waved at Louise. "You don't have to get back into bed," he told her. "We can do it right there." She knew what "it" meant: another abusive fuck, another in what promised to be a long line of sexual encounters that seemed to stretch without end into her future.After tossing his robe aside, Taylor pressed his naked. I noticed a hole in the metal stall wall and leaned forward and pressed my eye to it. I saw the younger guy push his cut off jeans down and was surprised he was naked under them. I knew all about cocks, we’d talk about boners at school and thought we were so wise. Well this younger guy had a boner all right, it was skinny and looked a lot like mine. He bent over and the older voice stepped close to him, unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. He pulled out what was the biggest cock I had ever.