Dottie lived about a half hour away in a secluded area in a farmhouse.As Dottie stopped the truck Dee wondered what she had gotten herself into. Dotti... reached over pulled Dee to her, and kissed her hard pulling the back of her head to her forcing her to accept Dottie’s tongue into her mouth. She could smell her pussy on Dottie’s breath.C’mon honey, the night is young.As they entered the farmhouse,Dee could not help but notice the lesbian art, and other items in the house. Just throw your. As I said, my brain was generally quite unimpressed by my cock´s actions. Maybe I was some kind of male frigid.After 45 minutes I felt that things became tiring and it might be time to come to a conclusion. So I thought about various erotic things, looked at her boobs, played with them and finally came to my own, slightly less than overwhelming climax.After the sex I wanted to cuddle a little when it occured me that we had never actually kissed. Those things were what I really craved. Intimacy. . where else ... San Francisco.Carl and my mother had combined to book us a suite in a very nice, older style hotel. It was very luxurious and with a view of San Francisco Bay and the bridge to the Oakland side. We were tempted to rent a car, but decided that a city bus tour and a walking tour of the Fisherman’s Wharf area was a better choice. All in all, we truly enjoyed our visit. The weather was cool but sunny and that made it perfect for walking.The week was over all too soon and we headed. “Give you a gay rub. Shut up and try to relax.” What Byron said wasn’t far from the truth. He pushed Omar’s shorts up and dripped oil on both his legs. Maggie had done this for him before and it worked wonders but it often ended up with both of them oiled and fucking like rabbits. Moving slowly at first he started with his calves working both at the same time then the right and then the left running hands over his smooth flesh. Omar closed his eyes and relaxed. Byron watched his body fall.