Their wives, for the most part, knew nothing of their mates’ peccadilloes, and marital harmony seemed to be the rule. Much of my clientele I got by ...ord of mouth. So within 18 months of arriving in New York, I felt totally established and was as happy as a lone gay man could be. In my private life, I still kept up my liaisons with Mike and Jonathan and, also, with Craig, who in spite of is premarital declarations to me about renouncing gay sex once he tied the marital knot, simply could not do. ”“You’re just saying that.”“No, I’m not. I’ve never been so frustrated before, and I’ve never worked so hard for so little. And now I’m frustrated with this place.”“My poor baby,” she said again, kissing him.Her soft skin seemed to envelope the whole of his rough body, and his comfort in her was the closest he had come to divinity while living in his cramped apartment. But he was a little afraid of the girl’s boyfriend whom he imagined would murder him some day if he ever found out about their. It was obvious from our conversations over the last year that she enjoyed being submissive.I pulled her hair back so that our lips could meet, but she was still facing out to the world.If someone were working late in the tower across, they would see a cute blonde woman fingering herself and kissing the guy behind her. They would see him pulling her hips back a bit, her leaning her free arm against the window to brace herself. They would see her g-string pulled to the side, her bare pussy out in. Big breasts which sagged just enough to show that they were real, and capped with long dark nipples - evidently this girl liked showing off! Her hips swooped out from a very small waist and tapered quickly into legs slender enough to show daylight between them. And as I had noticed earlier, she sported a healthy bush. Dark curls fluffing out and framing her vagina. It was dim enough that I couldn't see much detail through the hair, and I was too polite to gawk openly, but I felt sure there were.