He had been ready for the asylum to be dingy and dirty, and he had been prepared for it to be shiny and new. What he hadn't been prepared for was the ...mpression that the building was so old. Clean, maintained, working, but ancient. It had already stood here for centuries and by the time Jack got back to his own century it would still be in this spot, centuries older still.A man came walking down the stairs. He was dressed in a black, open robe, under which he wore a tired but clean suit that. He stepped out of the tub and sat in front of me so I could get abetter grip. I gently stroked his pink pud up and down. After a lot ofthought, I lowered my face to his 11″ rod. I pretended that it was aguy’s dick except thinner. I gently sucked his throbbing rod in andout of my mouth.That was beginning to get me hot so I stripped off my T-shirtand shorts and began rubbing the crotch of my panties as I suckedhim faster. I took my head away from the dogs prick after I felt. Everyone who knows me considers me the quintessential straight man, as hetero as they come. But I have these unfulfilled needs. And strange dreams... I can't help wondering what it would be like having sex with a woman.Gene and I have a stable and loving relationship. We've been together a couple of years now, and the sex is still pretty good. Otherwise we get along quite well, except for occasional arguments about money.Last night we were making love. I was on my hands and knees, and he had. That is all he wanted, just to lay a warm hand on her soft skin.The man walked around the counter and stood in front of her, hesitating for a moment. Anna looked at him; she was a bit confused, her smile turning into a slightly puzzled look; but she didn't look worried. She sat still on her stool, a little less than eye level with him. She smelled like strawberries and roses, Matt wondered what she tasted like. He stepped up and his hip touched one of her knees lightly, and then laid a hand on.