That just letting things happen would solve the puzzles of the Nuymeans. Yes, that was it, an element of faith! Trust in the Gods or Trust of the Gods... That was the idea the glyph on her chest was trying to convey. It was also an instruction. They were telling her to enjoy! Nothing wrong can happen if you trust and are trusted! Maybe that was the problem with Maggie. Maybe Maggie didn’t let herself enjoy what was happening. ‘Fuck!! Oowwww!’ at least that’s what she tried to say through the. "He started to act like he didn't want to do it, like he didn't want me to think he was gay..."Hank" I said "this isn't about sexual orientation, I'm wearing a penis here - it's about a HOT sensual act...honestly I wouldn't care if you ARE gay - we still have great sex! Besides, you already showed me you liked it last night!" I said with a smug grin."Will you do this for me?" I asked.He responded with a less than enthusiastic nod and a grunt but the way his cock bounced and grew betrayed his. And started to play with my dick thru my boxers. My pole got hard straight away. She pulled my boxers down and played some more. She said that she wants to get laid and that my buddy blew his wad too quick. She pushed me back on the bed and stradled me. Because I am so large and she was so d***k, this proved to be a little difficult but she did it and lowered her sweet pussy onto my hard dick. I could not really see her pussy because my stomach was blocking my view, but I could feel her tight. I looked at my oldest and closest friend's organ that had been the cause of my present rectal discomfort and couldn't help noticing how dirty n stained it look howerer limp n flaccid.It took a couples of seconds then the cconnection was made.He seriouisly used my damn tight virginal shitter so of course it would be shit stained just as my arsehole was still damp and leaking mikes seed.The dirty rawness,the very personal intimate nature of what we'd done struck me and I was barely aware of what.