'Is sir getting ready to climax?' she asked, looking up, taking in the look of pleasure on Rich's face.He didn't nod or speak and so she knew he was c...ose. A few more strokes would do it, a few more seconds and she would have the result she wanted; whether it was feeling him inside her or when she took him in her mouth, she loved to feel and hear him cum. She wanted to draw his orgasm from him, just as he drew hers from her when they made love or his mouth was between her legs, making her gasp. I didn’t want to disturb her sleep but felt my hungry dick wanted some relief, some warmth. Slowly I inserted my hand in the opening in the nightie and cupped her tit. I just wanted to savour her touch and fragrance of her hair.What followed took me by shock and surprise. Before I could even exclaim, she was up, out of her nightie in a fraction of a second and impaled herself and wet pussy on my shaft and started wildly jumping. Since she didn’t brush teeth she wouldn’t kiss me but bent forward. .A violent pain wrenched my stomach as he landed one of the hardest punches I've ever felt. (Bearing in mind I weight 100lbs soaking wet, typical beta white male. He weighed about 220lbs) I dropped to the floor on all fours blinded by my tears, at this point I noticed the whole group aproach me laughing even more now. Then there was complete silence for what felt like an hour, all I heard next was the group exclaiming "This guy is a fag, you think you're fag ey?"It's at that point I realise my. Different, and I need your input.” He turned to face Jeff fully, hesitated for a second and said, “Actually, it’s been going on for several weeks, but it has now reached the culmination stage. I have to make a final decision, and ... I’m of two minds about the thing, because it could change the whole fucking concept. You see, there’s this fucking anthropologist who...”The meeting took a bit more than an hour, and Jeff walked out chuckling while thinking about a line from a poem that seemed to.