All too soon I felt the warning buzz of an imminent orgasm deep in my pelvis. Like I said, I loved the way she fucked me.Wait a minute! "STOP!"I strug...led for control. This had to be a dream. Yes, I'm asleep having an erotic dream that's about to go wet. The last thing I needed was to wake up with my briefs filled with sticky semen. I was not interested in explaining to my wife why my underwear was getting more action than she was.Hold on, that might give you the impression; like maybe my wife. I looked down to see only about a half inch of my cock still outside Bobbys hole. I pushed in to fill his ass completely. When I reached the hilt I paused, laid myself down on his back and kissed his shoulder. I could feel his ass tighten around my cock shaft every time we moved. He turned his head to the side and whispered, please fuck me&hellip,. I obliged, I began slowly working my cock out until only my head was left, then slowly back inside of him until I bottomed out again. It was the. In college, away from home, I sucked a lot of cocks, some on a regular basis. I found that touching, stroking and eventually having a cock in my mouth was therapeutic for me.Now to the crux of the question. Why do I crave cock?Cock is hard; it throbs and pulses. Cocks comes in many colors and each one is unique. Many are many types of cocks. Short and round, fat and juicy and long, thick, meaty. These are juicy, leaky and are so good to suck on. Cocks twitch and bounce up and down and loves to. Not to mention what the seat belt felt like. So I had the seats in the new truck especially made to fit our derrieres, and the racing harness seat belts were tailored to keep them off our breasts. Soon we had woven our way through traffic, and were headed up the highway. Even if it was an hour's drive in bad weather, we still loved living in the country. I wondered how I was going to shovel snow with these dammed tits in the way. Sam's voice brought me back to reality. "JoAnn, what did the.