Although we were strangers, amazingly our conversation continued to be personal and frank. I told him about my marriage and he nodded, knowingly. Appa...ently, his had been a sexless marriage, too, and we were both starved for attention. There was a definite connection between us. As we talked, we looked into each other’s eyes and our hands occasionally touched. I sometimes put a hand on his thigh, briefly, and he did likewise on my arms. The conversation slowed and more was said with our eyes. John pushed his wifes head back toward his balls. She licked eagerly, her hand sliding down the bed and between her legs. Listening to them talk about her like that turned her on. Was there any chance John would go for it? They could have a wonderful life from now on just living on fantasies about this. What if he really wanted to do it? She shuddered. Would he let her? Could she take it? Man after countless man climbing on top of her, strange cock after strange cock shooting their seed into. His soft warm lips are on yours. His hands roaming over every part of your body as he gently kisses you. His hand caresses your arse, gently squeezing it. His hand goes down and under your skirt, again caressing your arse until he grabs your knickers and pulls them down. You wiggle from them, passionately kissing him back. Your hands on his belt, then his button, his trousers fall to the ground. His hands run further up under your dress. Now on your back pulling you tightly towards him. You can. That guy I'm...s-sucking...isstraight--just like me. He introduced me to the director." "He's straight?!" Jason laughed. "Quit bullshitting us,man. Look at that, he's down there licking your asshole whileyou blow him! Just admit it, Brad. We're not gonna fuckin' beatyou up or anything." "He is straight, fellas, and so am I. We're actors! Sexactors." Jason turned and looked at him, quizzically. "I don't getit. How can you DO that? How can you be straight and putanother guy's prick in your.