I realized, as I wandered around, itreminded me of the 1950's in a curious sort of way. Everything seemed soidyllic. All the folks I met around Stepfo...d seemed to know that I was fromout of town, and were very pleasant. Particularly the ladies. All the women Imet were very attractive, although a little full figured for my tastes, andthey dressed like models in expensive designer clothes. But it was the waythey acted that I found most appealing. Such thoroughly feminine creatures.And all happily. Then by the end of high school, I was sucking cock, not a lot mind you, but enough to get a small rep and satisfy my phallic cravings. In college, away from home, I sucked a lot of cocks, some on a regular basis. I found that touching, stroking and eventually having a cock in my mouth was therapeutic for me.Now to the crux of the question. Why do I crave cock?Cock is hard; it throbs and pulses. Cocks comes in many colors and each one is unique. Many are many types of cocks. Short and round, fat. Ali came around the kitchen island with the cups and saucers her robe flowing open even more exposing her pussy in plain sight for Marjorie. Ali placed the china down on the counter and without notice she placed her hands on the sides of Marjories face and gave her a full kiss. It took a little pressure – but she got her tongue into Marjories mouth and was exploring her throat. Ali unbuttoned Marjories jacket and cupped her breasts then reached down and took Marjories hand and placed it on her. I then proceeded to ravish her tight little ass as I spread her round ass cheeks with my hands. Looking down at it almost made me cum. Her ass was so round and perfect, what more could a man want.She continued to moan and begged me not to tell her husband or show him the pictures. I thought for several moments while I pummeled her ass with my throbbing rod."Tell you what," I said. "You come over and fuck me anyway I want, anytime I want when your husband leaves town, and I wont tell him or show.