It had been a note of grace for an otherwise dismal day and I'd had a good time with the girls. The make up artist was a Hollywood vet and had given t...e girls a woods nymph look with flowers in the hair and the whole nine yards.I'd been the guy standing around in the back ground and taking cover reference shots of the set. Now I was running the set and it was amazing how the girls' attitudes changed. I spoke, the light changed, the guy with the fan comes running up. I must be someone important,. The grave was right beside mother’s and now Thurston and I would have two places to visit during the summer. It was hard to say goodbye when I had to head back for school. Things seemed to be changing here and I wasn’t content with how they were changing. They could only change in one way but it was still hard for me to accept that. Inevitability hung over me like a bad dream that I would never awaken from.Of course, in a way that I had come to expect, Maddie reminded me when we were home again. There stood Dave, smiling and carrying a small military-type duffle bag and two plastic shopping bags. “Hey Buddy” I said, “Come on in.”He glanced my way, handed me the grocery bags of food, smiled and then fixated on my wife as he walked into the room.“Wow, Sheryl” he said to her, “You look really hot!”She smiled and thanked him. Dave then removed his tee-shirt over his head, revealing a very muscular man… toned and ‘chiseled’, as my wife would later say. He also had several military-type. Things always started relatively tame. Traditional guy on girl. Then some lesbian porn. Then group sex. And on and on it went. And then I got to my biggest fetish, the one I tried to hold out on. The one I never shared with the women I dated……strap-on sex. No, not girls using strap-ons on each other. Girls strapping-on guys. I don’t know why, but from the very first time I stumbled upon one of these videos, I was hooked, and as I watched more of these videos, I experimented a little by myself..