I knew I needed to hurry in order to have the meat ready in time for the cookout. Hector accompanied me to the store, as his crew was almost finished....The trip to the store was uneventful and we soon had the truck loaded to the gills with steaks and beer. I knew I was going to enjoy this cookout much better than the last one.In the afternoon after the meal I ended up giving Hector, Jorge and their brothers' tours of both the secret passageway and the connecting tunnel.As we wound our way. The guy turned to me with a look of, ‘what am I allowed to do!’ I told him that she loves to have her pussy ate out. With her shirt still over her head. I got my cock out while he was going down on here and stood over her so once she started to come out from under her shirt my throbbing cock would be in her face, which only took a few licks till she wanted to see who was down on her. Now, my exwife would cum just sucking dick. So she was going wild at this point. I barely ever ate her pussy. So. I notice I smile more. Life seems better.I act differently, not much. There is often no male or female way to do things, just the human way. Besides, I don't do it because it is the female way. I do it and then realize that I did it as a woman would probably do the things that I have just done, and a man would not.The other day, for example, I was walking into the building where I work and saw this man. He was tall. I had to close my eyes a second. When I opened them I noticed how tall he was. Jack resumed his position and Sophie took hold of his erection again with her left hand as she ran the paddle over his bottom. He closed his eyes as her hand slowly masturbated him; she was arousing him while preparing to inflict more pain and she was also taking her time. When it came he leapt to his feet once and screamed even more loudly. He looked at her waiting for an acknowledgement but she stood there motionless. Her reaction was important. The number of strokes of the paddle held.