He contemplated not even going home, just getting in his car and driving away, never to return, but the words of the gypsy kept rattling around in his...head. They would all suffer if he didn’t give them what they needed, and he couldn’t live with himself knowing that his little girl was suffering and he had the cure within him. In the end he drove back home to face the music.---Walking into his house, Mark didn’t know what to expect, but what he found was way more than he bargained for. There. He always paid a lot of attention to my cock shaft with his head bobbing up and down, cheeks sucked in as he applied pressure to my excited manhood. He knew to always keep an eye contact while working his wet, satiny soft tongue along the underside of my shaft length and smile as a reciprocation while his mouth was jammed with my flesh.Removing his lips from my cock with a popping sound, Harry stroked my cock while whispering to me to cum for him, spraying my man’s best cream on his lovely. Tom was from Atlanta and we lived in the UK and, even though we spent a lot of time in the States our paths had never crossed. There wasn’t a lot Tom didn’t know about us and he’d seen plenty of pictures of my wife fucking and sucking other guys. My wife and I were involved in the MFM side of the lifestyle, and I was hoping that when we finally met him, Tom would be added to the long line of guys we’d had fun with. Last year it finally happened when we flew into JFK instead of our usual. .."I couldn't help myself, and broke into a quiet chuckle which she eagerly joined. It wasn't a horrible confession, just something I never would have pegged her for. The fact that she was sharing it with me was sweet. There was no other word for it, a sweet and romantic trust.Helen ducked down, so that everything but her head was immersed in the pond. She looked up at me, and I too lowered myself into the water, steeling myself against the chill."Want to do a few laps?" She offered, looking.