By the time the pizza guy knocked at my door half the bottle of wine was gone, I’d changed into a short robe, bra and panties, cleaned myself up a l...ttle and was more than in the mood to get fucked good. Other than a few light snacks, this pizza would be my last real meal until the first gang bang was over.I’d left the door slightly ajar so, when the pizza guy knocked, I could just tell him to cum in. I took the pizza and offered, ‘Do you want a tip in cash or a quick piece of ass?’ A few. There seemed to be only two kinds of people at the "Y" in those days. Young guys and what we thought of as old men.You never saw the old men in the gym. Only in the pool and the showers. We always used to think it was because everyone swam in the nude at the Y and the old men wanted to see the young boy's cocks. But there wasn't much to see on thirteen to sixteen year old boys. Some of the old men had sizable cocks and many had balls that hung down lower than their cock.My drive by brought back. Many, like you, just don't know it yet." "Like me?" I scoffed. "You're the prototype of a straight cocksucker," he accused. I put the nozzle back in the pump and even though I shouldn't have asked, I did. "How am I the prototype?" He explained, "You're married, probably a couple k**s, probably a sex life that is way more bland than it was before you had k**s." "That's most married men," I pointed out, although he was rather accurate in his assessment. "Exactly proving my point," he nodded.. This is sooo good!” I shouted as I plowed my sister (technically stepsister, but who’s counting?) from behind.“And to think that you thought that I didn’t like you,” Jessica teased me a little more about my complete misreading of her.“I’m a guy. We suck at reading women, most of us,” I chuckled while driving deeper into my sultry sister from the back.“That’s for sure ... but if you ever doubt that I absolutely adore you, babe, just let me know and I’ll find ways to prove my passion for you in a.