Her wish was granted. Her jeans and pants were pulled off completely, freeing her feet. A gently guiding hand pulled her right leg apart from its twin...until her foot rested on the floor. She didn’t know what to expect next, but hoped that it included penetration until her climax was fulfilled. She felt the cushion of the settee depress between her legs. She held her breath in anticipation of an entry into her body. What happened though, was the warmth of breath and then a hot tongue parting her. Stroking me up and down my shaft again and again. Then they switched as Sam smothered my with her tits and Rachael grabbed my hard dick again hand jobbing me and then deep throated me again. Her lips went all the way down to the base again swallowing me. Rachael then said, "Open your legs." Samantha's tits covering my face were smaller then Rachael's but still great. I obeyed and opened my legs as she grabbed my crotch and balls. Rachel then grabbed for something and it sounded like a rubbers. Still I felt that I was missing something. What was it about being a bottom that so many men love? Whatever it was, I wanted the experience and I knew I would have to suffer a little to get there. I would go out thinking that night would be the night that I bit the bullet, I would be ready, yet somehow, I would always end up on top. One evening I did hook up with a great looking man. Back at his place, and not knowing the direction the evening would go, I did my first time on the bottom. The. ’ I head over to the bed, trying to calm down. He comes up to the foot of the bed staring down at me, looking unsure of himself, ‘Uh, okay, so I’ll just sleep on the couch and….’ ‘Oh, shut up. Just sleep here with me, you idiot. It’s not a big deal.’ I open the sheets for him on his side of the bed. He still looks unsure, but very relieved at the idea of getting to sleep in a bed and lies down next to me. I haven’t been this close to him since we were 17, so it’s been a few years. We grew.