I would never have spoken about my few, brief, experimental homosexual encounters, with my own mother. To Joan, it was easy, because she saw these epi...odes as a natural search for identity. She never criticised my continuing nudity around the house, when not posing, and when my tick wounds had healed. Nor did she encourage it. She accepted that I felt comfortable that way, and that I had no further sexual motive. She admired me for loving my body, and its appearance, and understood that I would. ” I growl, she wants to cum but she wants to be hurt at the same time. Her actions have sparked a sadistic side in me and I want to see her writhe in agony and pleasure but I want to do it personally and not from her grinding against my legs.I push her off of me catching her by surprise and making her sprawl on her back with her skirt pulled up and her soaked through panties on display. I move over to her and loom above her looking down at her perfect body and quickly consider all the things. As I'm just an average sized guy and great at all the other things that matter in sex except girth and longevity which are Sergio's qualities. I wanted Monique to experience and enjoy what i couldn't provide. After setting her up with him at his house, our place and the hotel a few nights, Sergio and I felt she'd let him take her anytime, anywhere because of her comments to me after that very first time we had swapped our girlfriends. She said she had never had a cock that big in her and that. After a while of this she told me that sometimes she had to go in and direct massage her rectum walls. As I wasn't concentrating on sex at this point I reluctantly volunteered to do this for her. She removed her jeans. I had never seen her naked below her waist, she had an exquisite ass, very nice shape and at this point I began to feel some pressure in my own groin. I had some rubber gloves on hand and some Vaseline so I put an amount on my middle finger and started inserting, massaging around.