With a start she stepped back to break free of his hold, and watched as his hands hovered in the air before dropping to his sides. Before yesterday, ...he hadn’t seen him in seven years. She hadn’t been this close to him in just as long. Her brain was screaming at her to walk away from him, or at the very least look away from him, but she found that she couldn’t. From the intense look she saw in his eyes as they bore into her, it seemed like he had the same problem. She had seen him yesterday,. He grabbed my head as he shifted his body higher. His mouth found mine and at the same time I felt his cock slowly enter my body. I felt my lips part as it entered deeper and deeper. So agonizingly slow I wanted to scream, but his mouth was sealing mine. All I could do was moan into his. I wanted the blindfold off, I wanted him to fuck me faster, I wanted to cum.I wanted to feel the heat of friction as his cock pounded my walls. I threw my head back and forth as hard as I could till I broke the. Sure, she was a success (junior executive, two kids, a rich husband), but she was a good thirty or forty pounds overweight, her hair was short, spiky, and died a rather unattractive yellow. Her earrings were too big, her makeup too thick, and her clothes too tight. All those guys who used to jerk off over images of her back then... What a thought.I watched women come up, recognize each other, and hug and squeal - women who I knew had hated each other's guts in school, and who had constantly. I was relieved to realize that the shower room with the guys was the sameto me as it always was: just a bunch of jocks with cocks and ass. Noarousal at all. I was not visually stimulated by the male figure.Becky on the other hand would always get me to pop a rod just by me lookingat her tits or sweet little ass. I was convinced that I was not gay. I justhad a momentary ass fixation that I'd have to work through.There was one troubling development though. All it took was one little buttswat from.