Clayton the sissy .. who was always ready to suck on it.The relationship I had with Stan was based strictly on sex. No dinner dates. No movies. No cas...al visits for drinks and small talk. There was no need for “small talk” when we got together. It was understood what we were there for. Plain and simple. Stan was there to have his dick sucked and I was there to suck it. I was nothing to Stan but a pair of lips and a mouth to suck his dick .. suck his balls .. and sometimes even lick his ass. And. She continued to shudder as I ate her out in style, my hungry tongue lapping like a mutt drinking water. "You have a way with that tongue, you talk right and fuck right too.." she panted, now adding fingers to the mix to her amusement.Soon she was squirming around me, clutching to whatever surface she could as my fingers went wild and fast. Soon she placed a hand on mine, so stopped and rose again, kissing her deep like we're on our honeymoon already."Alright.. lemme work for you baby, I wanna. I did my job well, took care of my family, but felt no love or no passion for life. I would often daydream of ways to kill myself.Then one Saturday walking the dog, I stopped at a garage sale. The woman was selling her ex-husbands stuff, which contained a lot of high end camping gear. I bought it all for fifty dollars. I told my wife about my find, and asked what she thought about me taking a few weeks of vacation to go hiking. She basically spent an hour emasculating me, and ended with telling. Her tongue soaked it up and her taste buds tingled, her appetite whetted. Jim moved aside, prepared to watch. Bobby already had his eyes glued to the scene.Marcy rose and kissed the young girl's lips passionately. Both of their mouths were highly flavored by the cum they had swallowed. Their tongues drilled back and forth, sharing the randy residue. They had each sucked off both Jim and Bobby, yet the milky remnants of Sam and Ted's sperm still lingering in Marcy's mouth. The combined flavor.