I looked at him, my eyes pleading. he reached over and grabbed my right breast, squeezing it hard, till I cried out, my bruised tit hurting terribly. ..."Drink the fucking milk." I drank it down, he refilled the glass and made to grab my tit again, I moved it away and drank the milk quickly. He chuckled, then kept refilling the glass until the bottle was completely empty. He sat there watching me, slowly sipping his wine, his eyes devouring my battered body, my stomach felt bloated, my head. In the latter male version, I would be sucking cock. Either alternative could get me hot, because they both included getting fucked, my favorite pastime. For years it was only a fantasy. I didn’t think it would happen. Then I went to a wild New Year’s party at a swing club. At the end of December 2010, about four months after my ex-girlfriend and I called it quits, I was dreading sitting home alone on New Year’s Eve, the biggest party nights of the year. I began thinking about a swingers’ club. " I saw her from behind. What I could see was beautiful. Your sister has a perfect ass and between her legs I could see everything she had. I hope you're not mad," I said hoping this wasn't the end of our friendship."Oh, her pussy is beautiful, just perfect. We give each other oral sex all the time. Not tonight, though, she just sucked me off so I could sleep good. She does it every night. You don't have a sister, do you?" No, but it sure must be nice." You could borrow mine. I could ask her,. ..The apartment was all quiet ,I was home all alone for the day.. I was wandering what I could do to keep my self entertained? Hmmm I thought "Booty call" I decided to text my neighbor since he was off work and see if he was tied up with the wifeor see if he had some free time for some fun... fingers crossed.. he was was free and he could stop by ... my body began to tingle with anticipating his reply ,than my phone buzzed and he said yeah he was free he stop by after.