As the seated lad ran his finger up the underside of his cock, his tongue licked his helmet and the blond lad closed his eyes and sighed. Another few ...inutes went by and the blond lad was half sat and half stood as his cock was been sucked, I didn’t know where to look.My cock was getting harder as my roving eye started to stare at these two lads, I was brought back to reality when the blond lad said “Do you want to join in” I said “I’m not sure”. As I spoke the lad from along the row had moved. .I knew very little, except that he had a heart felt compassion for the disenfranchised in the world.Was he avoiding intimate love through this human compassion?The party was ending and everyone was saying their goodbyes and well wishes..I needed a ride home, back to my studio apartment. I had a little too much to drink and was not too steady on my feet.I was hoping marlin would oblige..Just as I was cleaning up and clearing away the party mess, Marlin stepped up behind me and grabbed the empty. We even discussed having a group marriage of 4 men tying mangalsutra to me.It’s no more the love between me and my boyfriend. I also thought 4 is better than 1. There was no possessiveness. They always keep me encouraging to have sex outside the house with some strangers or like a prostitute.Yes, I always wanted to try living the life of a prostitute and experience what my mom had experienced. But I was a little bit afraid to tell that to my boyfriends. When they themselves opened the topic, I. She hadn’t been one to elaborate on much of anything when we first met but now her river of words flowed around me like a spring flood. I bathed myself in it. I was drunk on her presence. As I looked at her I knew that physically there wasn’t anything truly remarkable about her. She was pretty but not Marilyn Monroe. And though she had lost weight, I knew somewhere down the line, probably as the babies began to slip out, she would become farm marm rubenesque. And the babies would simply slip.