.. l,' I stutter not quite knowing what to say, feeling I should say something but I'm so caught up in his gaze it's as if I have no clue how to speak...'Sh-sh-shhhhh, no questions, do as you are told! On your knees,' his voice softly controlling me. I find myself sliding down against the wall, my wrists now firmly held in one of his big hands, so that as I find myself on my knees my hands are raised above my head. My face directly in front of his bulging trousers, and l literally salivate! My. It may not sound like much but to us, it meant a lot.John and I married only months of meeting each other. Most of our respective families thought we were tying the knot too soon and tried to talk us out of it. We married anyway and have never regretted our decision. Two kids and three grandchildren later made our life even better.But it was that morning ritual of him kissing my forehead that told me I was his and that he loved me. He never said “I love you” instead letting the act speak for. You generally try to keep you blonde hair short, but now during summer you've let it grow a bit longer than usual.Just as any other 18-years-old, you feel horny almost constantly and recently you've decided to really start exploring your sexuality. So far you have already figured out that you are most definitely gay and you usually fantasize being in a role of a bottom.You haven't had any sexual experiences, but you plan to chance that during the holidays. For this summer, you have but one. Cindy's head snapped up and she gasped as the head popped through her outer ring."Oh yeah," she panted. "Oh god, more." Her hands balled into fists, bunching up the sheet as he pressed himself deep inside her. Soon Tim was balls deep and she was writhing on the mattress, face and chest pressed to the sheets with her ass arched high in the air. I couldn't believe she had just had an orgasm from the first insertion. But the look on Tim's face confirmed that those were very real spasms he was.