Seriously, just ask any of my friends, any of my ex girlfriends, my ex wife, anybody. I love women. I took women’s studies classes in college. I spe...t at least 3 years right around the end of high school hating myself for having a penis. I’ve been the ‘best guy friend’ of literally dozens of hot chicks and was completely fine with that because I really did value our friendship too much to let something like sex fuck it up (no matter how many nights I spent viciously masturbating and wondering. When I hear nothing else happening, I assume that the night was playing tricks on my ears. I stop fondling. I sigh.I flush the toilet, rinse my hands, and cruise back under the covers. I'm a T-shirt sleeper. I love to feel my rounded, smooth butt against the satiny sheets, even when they're cool from leaving the covers thrown back.Pulling the covers back over me, I pretend I'm five years old and empty my mind. I picture soft little bunnies cuddling up together inside their den.I snuggle back. His fingers began sliding faster and faster and she could feel his cum start to drip out of her hole. His tongue met the creamy white liquid it as it dribbled out of her and his fingers slid down to tease her other hole. The sensation of his tongue massaging her fucked pussy and the thought of him licking both of their cum out of her turned her on more than she realised, and Jo found herself moaning once again, a fourth orgasm nearing. A finger, coated in cum pressed into her ass as his tongue. Nicole’s face was flushed and her holiday dress raised up to her hips. Phil’s hand was between her thighs and she was pushing against his fingers. I silently walked up beside the two. Phil leaned back and Nicole saw me standing there. At first, she tried to make herself presentable by pulling the dress down but Phil’s fingers were in the way, blocking her attempt. I opened my robe and displayed my semi erect cock. I had wrapped a bow around it and was holding some mistletoe above my member..