She told me that she had made me for a queer from almost the beginning, but I strongly denied that I was gay. She thought that a husband who let his w...fe fuck other men, and then asked her to tell him the details later, must be some kind of a faggot. And though I denied it to Sherlyn, I was a fag. When she was out with men, I'd stay home and jerk off to online porn. Also I secretly cross dressed too. But what caused her to dump me was me getting locked up for possession of stolen property. I. (I hugged him tightly from back while he was walking toward the door).He: hey you want a fuck na bitchMe: yes, please fuck me, I will do anything you say.He: ok then I have one condition.Me: I will do anything you say, but first fuck me hard and then do anything.He: No first listen to me, I will fuck only when you will also allow my friend to fuck you.Me: No way, I will not anybody else to do anything to me. You can do whatever you want but I will not allow anyone else. I am not whore.He: hey. He worked his way down to my now solid cock and wrapped his lips nicely around my shaft and sent sensations through my body. I had to have him stop or I'm sure I would have lost my load too soon.We kissed again our tongues exploring each others mouths. We fondled each other's cocks until he finally asked if I wanted to fuck him. I rolled him over into a missionary position our eyes meeting each other's. He looked at me and said "You're Hot" which added to the excitement knowing that he was. I bring to your lips, your tongue flits out to lick some chocolaterunning some of it along your lips. You take a bite, savoring the juices as they run down your throat. I feed you another bite, and then kiss your chocolatey lips, as I slide my hand under your shirt all the way to your breasts. You raise your arms above your head, beckoning me to remove it. I slide it off, and run my hand over your bare skin, feeling the electricity between us. I take another Strawberry and let you bite the.