I kept thinking to myself, does this mean I’m gay? I hurried down the stairs, entered my apartment and quickly entered my bedroom not saying a word ...o anyone.I was having a minor panic attack thinking to myself, 'what the fuck did I do, how could I have done that?' I was reliving the events of the evening when I realized, my cock was hard again. This brought on even more guilt on my part.The following week was a rollercoaster of emotions from guilt, to pleasure, to sexual arousal. I avoided. That knowledge made me feel more assured, and also made me feel a deeper appreciation of the man that I married than ever before. This had been his fantasy, but an important part of the fantasy was that in the end I would be pleasured as much as anyone else would. There was a feeling of equality. That thought galvanized the next few minutes. I dried myself off, enjoying the reflection staring back at me so blatantly. I looked at the woman in the mirror and thought that she ain’t that bad. I saw. "Well, maybe she won't talk. Maybe she'll scream!" Screaming is normal for girls, until you get them going. I remember Jane Trenholm yelling like hell when three of us wanted to gang-bang her, and then we started tickling her bush with a parakeet feather. She was still yelling afterwards -- but for it, not against it! Anyway, Mrs. Hamilton lives in that big house, so chances are nobody'll hear anything if she kicks up a fuss. I've got a hunch she won't, though." I still don't think..." Sure!. It was hard, but you could take it.You started to suck on it and it started to make you really horny. One of your hands wandered up your skirt and inside your panties. You started to rub your pussy and clit. Of course you was already wet but you was surprise you was this wet. Not often, and surely not this fast, you had been this wet.You took the cock deeper and deeper in your mouth, pushing your limit on how much you could force inside of you without gaging. It filled out your mouth so much!.