When I got home, I woke up horny. I went to bed horny. I ate breakfast, lunch and dinner horny. The sun was brighter, the birds chirped louder and I s...ddenly noticed all the nice butts, biceps, beards and mustaches framing luscious lips, deep voices, big hands (and feet), the smiles and shining eyes of young men all around me who were just brimming with that raw male energy. I had been starving and suddenly found myself in the middle of a buffet. I was gonna eat and eat and eat. Urp! ‘scuse. Now I could feel his cock grow longer and harder; filling my mouth. Now he was holding my head completely still and started fucking it slowly but sharply. I realized that now, I was not resisting; rather started to like the feeling, my mouth was lowered to and lured to being his personal fuck hole.As his cock grew it would not fit completely in my mouth and I had to use my tongue to block it from penetrating my throat and gag me. I was not resisting but he still held my head firmly and started. He moved his right arm around between them, and as he continued to kissher neck, he began to softly rub her back. Not knead, just slowly,smoothly stroking her shoulder blades, then down to the small of her back. Large, strong but surprisingly soft hands moving slowly and warmly overher equally warm skin. Circles, here and then there. As his mouth kissedits way across the sides and nape of her neck, she kept her eyes closed,smiling and feeling his right hand moved down to rub her ass while. ‘I didn’t mean to say it like that. But, I mean, you only ever come to Paint Night when we’re doing still lifes, and you never want to go out afterward. And you’re happy to do things with us like yoga and tennis and stuff, but you cancel out whenever anyone says they’re bringing their boyfriend or their husband. I thought maybe you were gay, or maybe just getting out of a real bad break-up that left you…y’know, sick of guys.’ Cynthia set her coffee down on the end table. Deep down, she knew the.