"Uh... Well, I saw you... And you were, uhhh..." Eric stuttered."Having a good time?" Patrick asked."I guess so, you'd know better than me." Eric laug...ed nervously again."What did you think?" Patrick asked."Umm, I don't know..." Find it interesting?" Patrick asked."I guess you could say that." Eric was feeling extremely uncomfortable."What was interesting? Seeing those young guys taking my big cock?" Patrick smiled."I uh, think I should go now." But we're just getting to know one another.". Not at Broadthroup and Brown. Not with Winston. Not with Brad. None of it was stable. But I, who had once been celebrated for decisiveness and initiative, had no desire, no intention, no will to make a change. I did not even know what change I wanted. Which was real: the person I had seemed to be all my life, who excelled at school and work, or the person I was with Brad? The only indicator was that I remained passive. One evening though, half hysterically, I did confront Brad. We were in his. Jenny laughed and got up to the dismay of the stallion. Jasmine quickly took her place and the little horse stud resumed his humping motions. His fat cock stretched Jasmine more than the sheep dogs did but, she loved the full feeling it gave. She felt more full and satisfied than she ever had. She screamed to Angela “Oh yes! We must have a herd of these little horses.” Angela felt a little jealous that the horse could satisfy her sister so well. She had always been able to lick and finger. “A little, but I’m also really excited, too,” I say as I pull him over onto me. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pull him toward me to kiss him on the cheek. He turns to kiss me long and slow using firm pressure and gentle tongue action. He carefully balances above me as he ever-so-incredibly-slowly moves his penis inside of me. Suddenly, it feels to me like he is unsure of himself. Performance Anxiety? I wonder to myself. I feel him pushing all the way into me–we’re as close as.