His stomach was flat, hard, and defined. His prick tented in white cotton boxers. As Don shucked off the boxers, the hard cock sprang up, slapping his...stomach.The 38 year old man was a hunk. Most gay men and straight women would find him extremely attractive. His face was chiseled, a small scar made one eyebrow higher then the other. His body was fine, light dustings of hair sprang from the tough male skin. Unlike, Brian, Don was not beautiful. He was sensual, virile, and potent. He was the. Everything I knew was going to be forever tainted. I really hated them all at that moment. Ed and Frank for inviting them and them for showing up. At least there was one who didn't come. I wouldn't have expected him to. He had found Jesus in a big way. Ed wiped his fingers on my hip as he leaned in close. "Now I think you want to do this don't you?" he asked in a low voice. My eyes shut tight, my eyebrows furled and fresh tears started to spout. I was disgusted but still, I was. I had no bra or underwear underneath, and I felt my nipples harden just looking at Susan\'s tight firm ass as she walked into my room.My room was a mini-studio, with different backgrounds spread against one wall, the camera and lighting equipment everywhere. I offered her a drink, and we sat at the table as she began looking through my portfolio. I showed her some jeans ads that I had done, as well as some food shots.\This is really good\ she said, as she looked through the book. \But where\'s. I had heard Nelly enter the room. I stepped back to admire my handy work for a second. “That looks pretty good doesn't . . . “ I turned back to see Nancy and Nelly completely naked on the couch, tracing sliced fruit over each others nipples. “You seem to be over dressed Denny. Why don't you do something about that?” I watched as Nelly was sliding a half of a strawberry over Nancy's perfect 36c breast, then lowered her lips to capture the juice and Nancy's nipple. I could hear it pop as she.