I swelled. My head jerked forward and I looked down at my wife, looking up at me and squeezing the base of my shaft as she pulled her mouth back for h...r lips to encapsulate the head of my cock. Her eyes lit up as she felt the pulse under her fingers, and the corners of her mouth curled in delight as the first jet raced up my shaft in glorious release to coat her tongue. Her hand stroked, her lips tightened and my cock exploded. My body jerked and I howled in ecstasy as I filled her mouth with. Most of the boys I would consider to be jocks, those wholooked like they spent 90% of their waking hours in the gym and who couldbenchpress Melinda and I together without breaking a sweat (now there wasan uncomfortable mental image), hardly spared either of us a glance. Butthose like the weedy boy, those I would guess to be repressed nerdy types,geeks who didn't spend much time around girls, or otherwise unpopularguys, gave me and even Melinda more than a few looks. The older ones, oneswith. .?” and realizing my blunder, stopped midway. Bewildered for a minute, he remarked,” Frankly YES, I enjoy a lot, Bhaiya. Ok, will you like or hate me if I want to hug, kiss & feel all over you?”.Stunned at the confession from a straight guy(as I thought him to be)and particularly on a topic, not discussed in public, I did not answer him directly. Slowly, he asked for my opinion and reaction about the rampant same sex affairs & gay marriages. His intentions were quite clear and I realised that. ” At least her finger wasn’t on the trigger, I noted.“Daddy is away right now,” Samantha grated, “and I’ll thank you to go away and leave me alone.”“I can’t do that, Samantha. I have to ... talk to you about your father.” I started to put my hands down.“Don’t you move!” The pistol rose higher, and her index finger started to move inside the trigger guard. The noses of hollow point bullets showed in the cylinder mouths; a single shot would be fatal at this range.“I’m not armed, and I haven’t.