It was hot and he had been driving since six in the morning. Although noon had just passed he was already longing for a bath and a nice soft bed. Unfo...tunately he still had some hours to go before that wish would be fulfilled. Finally, it was already two in the afternoon, he saw one of those little road-stops that look like pimples on a never ending line of road.Six houses on one side. Eight on the other and a few shacks behind them. What was most important was that there was a Diner. He. She noticed my discomfort and said, “Tell you what. You find a nice looking guy, and we’ll do it.” She jumped in the shower, and I just stood there for a few moments not knowing what to think. The most shocking thing to me was that my dick was rock hard, and my wife saw it.I wasn’t much use in work that day. I kept thinking of what it would be like to have a threesome with my wife and another man. My ideal threesome was with another woman. In fact, I never entertained the notion of. Petite, black hair that hung to her waist, and dark skinned, she looked like she’d be more at home in Cancun. Why the hell was she here? The aircraft coasted to a stop a mere ten inches from the dock. A lineman leapt from the pier and quickly secured a rope to a cleat on the pontoon, snugging the plane against rubber bumpers. He reached for the door to let the guests out. Suddenly, it flew open, shoved hard from the inside. He yanked his hand back in time to avoid broken fingers, but nearly. She just knew that someday she would be a big girl like her sister, andmake her proud with all the men she made cum.Pansy thought about how important it was that sissy sister help eachother out. It was so easy to forget who you were. There was always thislittle voice in your head telling you that you weren't a sissy, that itwas ridiculous to behave this way, and how you needed to stop acting likea pansy devoted to pumping men's cocks because you didn't really want mento drown you with their.