But I had sexual thoughts past that. Those thoughts at some point turned into fantasies. Those fantasies eventually to desires. And when those desires...mutated into full blown needs, I started to realize it was only a matter of time before I had to act on them.My extensive porn watching had exposed me to all kinds of kinks and sexual scenarios over the years. I'd click on a video and it would be something I'd never heard of. And some of those times what I was watching would so arouse me it would. At the door, he turns and tosses Mike a towel and in a cheerful voice says” Here clean up, the nurse will be here soon to prep you for the operation.” Mike sits on the edge of the exam table unaware of time, lost in his thoughts about what has just happened. A light tap on the door, brings Mike back, as a small man in surgical scrubs enters the room. He has dark brown skin, slick black hair and an accent that indicates he is from India or Pakistan. He introduces himself as the Doc.’s nurse and. Jane never wore a bra to bedand her unfettered fleshy mounds swayed and jiggled seductively, inchesfrom his nose. The shifting shadows of her succulent russet nipplesbeneath the almost sheer fabric made his tired little peenie stir intonew life inside the comforting embrace of his thick fluffy nappy. Herbuxom figure looked better now than it had ever been!In fact Jane - effectively liberated from a failing marriage which hadlong been going downhill - had recently discovered a new well of. Maggie used to be the town punchboard before I married her. I don't think there was a male in town between the ages of fifteen and fifty that hadn't dipped their wick in Maggie's puddle. Why had I married her? Because she got pregnant and told her folks it was mine. Her folks went to my folks and the next thing I knew I was the guest of honor at a shotgun wedding. Surprisingly enough, the marriage was a good one, not that the first six months weren't rough on Maggie. But that was my fault, not.