.so carry on boys! Keep your hands behind your head Johnny." The man instructed. "Like you did before." As if I had a choice, meanwhile my dick was so...hard my balls tightened so hard they hurt! Hector kissed me again and said. "I want that cock in my ass so bad!" I watched as he positioned himself justabove my cock, damn! This is really gonna happen! His ass almost touching my cock. "oops!" he exclaimed."Forgot to put some latex on that monster!" the man handed him a Trojan XXL, I almost forgot. It certainly is for me. That's all I can confidently assert.Lest you surmise that I am gay, let me put that to rest. I am not 'gay.' Nor am I 'bisexual.' But I am certainly not 'gay!' I admit to admiring these very manly, and dominant men that have fucked my wife, and gotten her pregnant; and yes I do find a certain 'envy' towards their far, far bigger cocks than mine; but that is not an indication of being 'gay,' or it isn't for me. I have never 'participated', directly, physically, with the. He's tall with jet black hair and an envious set of muscles that rival men years younger than him. He's definitely better looking than any of the idiots I'd be out with in my limited dating history anyway!I snapped out of my thoughts of Daddy when I heard the conservatory doors behind me slide open and my Daddy stepped out smiling, already in his swimming shorts. I'd often wondered if Daddy had the same thoughts as me from the way he looked at me, like he was in that second. His eyes lingered. She looked repeatedly into the eyes of her mother, Sam and the rest of the guests; trying to interpret what was going to happen to her.Stephanie still had her ribbed silk stockings and her knee-high boots on. Sam brought three more aluminum chairs in front of her. He put one on each side of her knees, and one in between. He picked up one foot at a time, bent her leg at the knee, and placed her foot over the back of a chair. He lashed each ankle to the top of the back of each chair with a short.