. Now I had to also say... Guys... Other guys who were just like me now. Guys who wore panties and dresses to feel pretty, and who thought about how c...te other guys were. I hated to admit this truth to myself. As my mind dwelt on the thoughts of "guys like me...", I remembered the last guy like that, that I had heard about. It was in the high school locker room. As I remembered it, the whole scene replayed through my mind. About six guys were in there towelling off after showering,. ”“All the better when men get it for you,” Millie answered in her flippant way, and then tuned her head and gazed out the window. “You just keep thinkin’ on what I said,” she told Roxie. “You’ll understand before too long.”Roxie did think on it but didn’t get very far. She felt that Millie was older, and probably wiser, so she should listen. Sometimes Millie was hard to understand.“Looks like it’s shapin’ into a busy dinner rush,” she said. “Could you use some help? I’ve got my waitress uniform. Then dawn turned towards me, kneeling down to unbutton my pants. Soon she had them off and was working on my stiff prick with her mouth. On the TV a very hot chick was trying to stuff 2 huge cocks into her mouth together. I watched this scene for a while as my wife continued her expert treatment on my 8 inches. I suddenly felt some extra activity, & noticed Pam was also now between my legs with Dawn, sharing my cock together. As Pam slurped to engulf the head of my ever stiffening member, Dawn. She pushed me aside and went into the kitchen with him to start supper. All she had on was one of my long t shirts that came to just below her ass cheeks. She told me to go clean myself up, I was covered in Tims cum that had run out of her while I was fucking. I took a quick cold shower and that made my cock go softer, when I walked into the kitchen I didn't see them , I went to the French door that goes out on the deck and there I saw her leaning over the back of one of our patio chairs as.