We had discussed the rings before we met this weekend. I told her that I felt the ring was a symbol of my belonging to another – that it showed a po...session by someone else. ‘I thought we’d discussed this before’ I said softly. ‘I thought we agreed we’d remove the rings once we arrived. After all, we came here freely. We left our spouses behind in order to be together. We came here to give ourselves to each other. I told you the ring represents someone else’s claim on me. I don’t want that to. I, on the other hand, did not get a job right away. Almost amonth slowly passed by and all I had to show for it was about 15more pounds than when I moved out. The extra weight was makingme feel unhealthy and was going mainly to my tummy and chest. Infact, I was growing what looked like breasts. Paul even used tojoke and ask for a feel. One day when I was at the bank and alittle kid pointed to my large chest and asked his mother if Iwas a man or a woman. I was so embarrassed I decided that it. "Open wide big boy." Roger clamped his mouth shut tight and shook his head. "Don't make us play rough." Angie placed her other hand on his thigh and rubbed it softly, nudging his balls slightly. Roger remembered the pain from before and didn't want to repeat it, so he opened his mouth. Angie slid the panties into his mouth and tied a scarf around it so it couldn't be pushed out. Rubbing his head and scratching softy behind his ear she leaned down and whispered, "That's a good pet." Roger's eyes. I said we’re not gonna do it in here are we? Ken said sure. But, what if we get caught I don’t want anyone to know I’m sucking dicks. No body will say shit, especially when they see it’s me your sucking. Come on. In the shower Ken soaped me up first and my 4 inches may have made it to 4 and a half! I soaped him up the same way and his 5 inches was a definite 6! We rinsed off and he pushed my shoulder down. I think he wanted me to suck him - and suck him I did. There was no guilt this time and I.