Now at home I would always be walking around in briefs in the morning and I enjoyed getting a hard one when my mom would be around. I caught her chec...ing me out a lot and wanted to tell her to suck me off, but didn't want to get kicked out of the house. Still, I gave her the thrill of seeing me hard in my briefs whenever I knew dad was in bed still, or showering. I used to peek into their room at them fucking sometimes and stroke my cock all quiet. Now today, I'm very much a perverted. Nurturing. Environment. Experience. Brain chemistry. Food intake. Health condition. And many more.But people were always, until death, an end result in the making. People changed over time. And kept changing. Even those 'set in their ways' changed. Sometimes. She saw that the ones who refused to change were miserable and unhappy most days. With closed minds that couldn't see beyond today. To Pooty, these people were the epitome of the "He's dead, but he just don't know it yet!" saying.Or, as. ”“You learn fast. I like that, Camilo. See you tomorrow night.”He’d been waiting at a table in The Elephant Room jazz club for ten minutes when Mistress Demonica walked in. Camilo’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open as soon as he spotted her. She was every bit as stunning as her pictures on Fetlife. Maybe more so.The dark skinned Goddess’ appetite for leather and latex had not been overstated. Her dark hair fell around her head in luscious waves. A tight, black leather jacket was wrapped. Meanwhile Sharon had quickly removed her bikini and rejoined Hank and my wife. She dropped to her knees and told my wife to join her. Bonnie knelt down as well. Sharon told Bonnie to removed Hanks swim trunks. Bonnie obediently complied. As Bonnie pulled down Hank's trunks his cock sprang out like Jack-in-the-box.Bonnie gazed upon Hank's rigid cock and slowly reached up to grab it. Her hand could not reach all the way around his massive dick. She could now feel he juices begin to trickle down.