That is not right. I have never been that man.Now, looking back, it was like for the first twenty years of my life Iwas trapped in a gorilla suit. I...thought that I was a gorilla. I beatmy chest and grunted, and dragged my knuckles along the ground, becausethat is what gorillas do. I never looked for the domes on the neck orthe zip in the back to take that damn suit off, because I was a gorilla.I thought I was. Everybody around me thought I was.That night was all it took. Once that I had. I chose to take it. We continued cuddling on weekends and I continued getting hard-on's. I would go to the bathroom, masturbate, come to bed with mom and fall asleep. All was well.A couple of years later, right before my senior year, my Grandpa passed away. It was a big blow to the whole family. Everyone loved him and we were a big family. Mom was not doing so well and I tried to be strong for her. After the funeral, we returned to Grandma's house to gather as a family and show her our. Oral arguments, shall we say?” I made it clear that I was onto her.“Damn, but it was worth the old college try, right?” Kelly blushed and giggled as she curled up with me and I took her in my arms on the marriage bed.“You’re insatiable!” I accused her, but she shrugged.“So are you, stud. Or should I say, ‘satyr,’ eh?” Kelly reminded me of Sandra’s and her nickname for me.“That wasn’t just about my hair, was it?” I realized abruptly.“Nope. Sandra bragged on you and your sexual prowess ad. "King snorted and lowered his head. He jammed his mouth against Mona's overheated cunt and squiggled his thick tongue into her hot bubbling pussy. Cunt muscles attacked his tongue, greedily pulsing as he plunged deep and turned Mona into a whimpering mass of flesh."I want his cock," Mona gasped. She humped up as the horse's tongue tortured her pussy.Barbi jerked on King's monstrous prick. "C'mon, King. Fuck her."King jerked his head up and moved forward, his powerful body above a writhing Mona..