.i dont have a gf''his cock moved again and again . ''sad you are a cute white boy you should have one''he moved non stop up and down his pants non st...p ''you are ok boy?''''yes....''i look at his cock moved again ''im sorry that thing cant control itself infront a nice mouth like this''he touch my mouth looked around no one watchinghe had 2 big finger sliding on my lips and into my mouth i felt weak , just too weak a older guy putting his finger down in my mouth''yup , thats a nice war mouth. “Something has come up and I will be tied up until late,” he said, “can we get together for a drink after dinner?” Relief flowed through my body and I began to relax. “Of course,” I said, “what time do you…”My question was cut off as his lips crushed into mine. He pressed his body against me as his tongue swirled around my own. His scent was intoxicating and I began to get wet again. I made a mental note to bring a spare pair of panties to the office with me next time. . But we did end up fucking for the next 4 years before she got her own boyfriend and didn't need my dick no more. After that was over, I was forced to find girls i wasn't related to for satisfying my sexual urges; but when it was just me, alone with my dick in my hand, all I could do to get off was fantasize about the sickest taboo shit I could think of. It started with just thinking of my cousin and sister, then when that didn't do enough for me I caught myself thinking of little girls, then. Bob as only been with one woman and that’s me, we were both inexperienced when we married, and he would never try to experiment just a quick fumble then in and out and it was time for sleep, oh I’ve tried for the first few years to get more graphic for him, sucking his cock, pushing his head down stairs if you know what I mean. I tried the fantasy costume after reading a couple of magazine, he was more interested in the cost of sheer stockings than tearing them off me. I even offered my ass.