I'm right, aren't I?"The question speared Paul; his body quivered inside the fur coat as ananswer."Oh, Paul, you have always wanted this; to dress in ...exy clothes, to makeup your face like a beautiful woman, to wear jewellery, to drenchyourself in strong perfume, and for what, Paul? Until yesterday youdidn't know why, but now you do, don't you, Paul?" Yes," whispered Paul, now almost writhing under the soft furs againstthe man's firm body behind him, "sex with men."He had said it out loud. Stepping toward her bed after retrieving her favorite sex toy from the dresser, sprawling across the covers, she lays back, thinking of the reaction to her escapade as she spreads her legs, closes her eyes, slides the vibrating toy with a single thrust deep inside her moist slit, replaying in her mind the circumstances that led her to perform for the webcam, how it will be received.Chapter Two? The beginning? With the day leading up too? Friday night. Baby sitting for her sister, the. I picked up loose paper and made certain that there were no unsightly wilted flowers on the graves or loose candy wrappers blowing in the breeze. That was how I met her.The job was an undemanding one intellectually. I mean, just how much thought do you have to put in to pick up the trash left behind by the grief stricken friends and relatives of the deceased? The dead certainly didn't cause any problems. Or that was my impression before I met her.I had bent over to remove the week old flowers. The fantasy always, always, ALWAYS includes a cock in my mouth. There are no exceptions. My prior girlfriends can attest to my love of oral sex - but they never knew my oral hunger was not limited to pussy. I want to eat cock just as much. I want to taste this penis, to feel the velvety head slip between my lips, followed by the hard veiny shaft. I want to feel my mouth working its way up and down the spit-slicked pipe, feel it pumping in and out of my mouth. I want to taste the man's.