She watches me, silent. In my dream I am fifteen years old so I expect my friend to be similarly reduced in age. But she is not; she is twenty, and ta...l, and slim, and aloof. She is naked, too, but her body lacks detail, like my reflection in the condensed mirror. I feel a sort of vulnerability, led before her in the bath. My nipples are hard and there is a warmth beginning to grow in my crotch.My friend turns to leave and I call out after her. I don’t want to be left alone.She speaks then, in. All three of them took me to the front room. They did something they called ‘making me airtight’. I had a cock in all three of my holes at the same time. I hated it. I hated being touched. As soon as they left, I ran to the shower and stayed there till Roy got home. I begged him to hold me. Just hold me…. he did… I love my husband.April 2nd: I’ve made the decision not to fuck around on Roy anymore but, for some reason, no one showed up today. Roy came home tonight, and I made love to him. I am. “Naa punk—that aint gonna git it now---you got to fuckin beg for it fag” ! “Aight, aight, Dillon, please fuck my ass—please fuck me hard and bust ur nuts up in my guts---please Dillon”An evil chuckle emerged from my throat—deep down from the diaphragm. Again I worked up a handful of spit and snot, and ran it over the pulsating purple mushroom head, of my juice oozing dick. I slicked up the whole head, and then ran my hand up into the crack of Cole's ass crack. Pushing my middle finger deep. Asa pours a generous amount of warm oil over my asses. The oil runs along my anal crack down to my asshole, my balls and my cock. Asa playfully tickles my cock head by circling her finger at its tip. She then massages my balls gently. With both hands, Asa grabs my ass cheeks, squeezes them and pulls them apart. Her two thumbs are resting at the two sides of my asshole. She massages the opening in circles with her thumbs and every now and then probes my well lubricated hole up to the first.