He accepted who and what he was, even all his warts and pimples, and was satisfied with himself. He was not smug, he was just plain him. This man was ...nd is what other men would like to be.One other thing, he was and is truly unconscious of the effect he has on other people. So when he accepted my invitation and sat down, then started to grow a little hard, well, ... I knew he was mine. I also knew I would go to any lengths to make him know he was mine.I would have taken off my clothes right. Someone was massaging his open legs. And someone or maybe both were sliding their hands the length of his legs up to his still semi hard bone.Carla began moving her hips suffocating Bobby as she mashed her cunt into his face. Bobby could just barely breathe through his nose.“Pleeeeaassse can I?” Bobby heard in his semi conscious state.“What did that mean?” he thought.Then he felt it. He couldn’t see, but he knew that a new tighter pussy slit was being rubbed with the head of his stiffening. . she had fucking used me. She knew what she wanted from me and she was about to get it. How many other men had she taken through this routine? I was half-raging, half-admiring. But I was going to back out now."Come over here," I said, moving myself around so that Sunita could straddle my hard dick. And she did - her jet-black pubic mound was slick with her pussy juice, helping me push my hard-on into her. Her cunt was big. It felt as though five of me could get in there. We fucked for a while. Besides, my boy friend likes me this way."The things we do for love!Once bathed, Nurse Yardley donned a uniform (shoes and hat and dress) and walked me to her car. The drive took us down the gravel road to the county highway, an asphalt-paved strip with no center line. Eventually we came to an old church. Nurse Yardley's headlights washed across the peeling white paint and the other vehicles in the parking lot. The isolated location and dim lighting added a clandestine air to the old meeting.