I got showered, shaved and got dressed boxers, socks, jeans and 'T' shirt,slip on brown moccasins- this took no time at all as opposed to when I wasa ...oman. Before I put the 'T' on I admired my sculptured torso reallypleased with it - I hoped Chrissie gets a chance to run her fingers overit (this brought another stirring in my loins). I thought to myself, I amgoing to have to get my feelings for Christina under control, or I may dosomething I would regret.I went quietly downstairs and headed. Instead of licking or sucking on it instead she pulled his head to the side a bit with the hand still locked in his hair and nuzzled him. He knew how much it bothered her that for whatever reason she could not imitate the sound of a cat purring. But in his mind he could hear it. He could feel the gentle rasping against his skin. Again thoughts like this were not the kind he ever thought he would entertain. Now though there was something fundamentally erotic about such a predatory display.She. It was mid afternoon and it was quite quiet, almost empty.We sat in a booth next to each other on a bench seat sipping our drinks. Alice asked me if I drank a lot, and asked how the landlady seemed to know my name. I kind of talked myself up a little bit, but a bit of me never wanted to lie nor exaggerate to Alice, so I kept it real.Alice’s cheeks flushed almost immediately; this was very clearly the first alcohol she’d ever drank, and the first pub she’d ever been in, and the first naughty. I nodded. "His cock never entered my ass." I said. "We can make this okay again Alex." John said. "How?" Alex said. There was a short silence before I said "Fuck me Alex. Punish me for fucking your boyfriend by thrusting your behemoth cock into me." Alex thought. "That can work. Not now though. Tonight. For now let's have a good morning." Alex said. "I'll make breakfast." I offered. I started making French toast and bacon and Alex went back to his room. I suddenly felt Johns soft cock on my ass.