It temporarily gave bimbos their normal thoughts.“What’s a metfor?” asked Nicole. “What does that have to do with minds?”Becky’s mouth pop...ed off my dick. The eighteen-year-old bimbo let out a giggle. “Metfor is a smile. I learned that in school. Metfors and smiles describe things. Our husband’s cock is like a brain. It’s soft and squishy and makes him feel so good when we touch it. Like this.”She licked the tip of my dick, and I groaned.“See,” she giggled.“It’s a metaphor and a simile,” I. But that is all it really is, just sex with men, and I do not consider myself as a gay man because I don't really find guys attractive.Anyway, I was recently out clothes shopping for guy clothes (not for my sissy wardrobe), I went to a place near me in London Colney, as there were three big clothes retailers there, and it was close by me and easy to park. As normal, I had panties and hold ups on under my regular clothes. Id found a couple of nice polo shirts and some deck shoes, and wanted new. I knew the barteder was right behind me so i turned and droped to my knees and swolwed his exsposed cock, he cam very quickly and then said u ready i giggled stiped quickly and jumped up on bed with my ass facing the door. it was a few moments beofr i felt the first cock push into my ass, it was small and cam only a minuet after he went in the second man was no better, damn two cocks and no cum this sucks not a good start to he night, but i started to cean them up and then i flet a much. So I took the first step and unbuckled my belt. I then pulled up my shirt and took it off and dropped it to the floor. I figured I might as well keep going, so I unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down after I'd kicked off my tennis shoes.I was standing in front of Jessica and Amanda, topless, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and socks.When I walked up to Amanda and stopped, I was standing no more than a foot away, nearly touching her. I could feel her body heat radiating off her,.