His moans of pleasure spurring me on, making me want to take more of him each time. Alone in my room at night, sometimes with the taste of his cum sti...l on my lips and certainly in my mind, I would touch myself. Imagining maybe what it would be like to have him inside me, to have him fuck me, I would touch my tight, virgen asshole. Remembering his hairy face pressed between my smooth ass cheeks and his wet tongue probing, licking and exploring me, I would stroke my hole. With pre cum leaking. It was as if the entire world was trying to rub it in saying haha you can’t hook up!But then that all changed when she walked up to me. She was capital H hot. Gigantic EE cup jugs and a bubble butt that made looked like a perfect sphere. Her long brunette hair was beautiful and only about 5,4. Her clothes were respectable, but were rumpled and covered in green grass markings. Her eyes were filled with lust and screamed they wanted me.“Hey, you wanna fuck?”Straight out too. Nice.“Suuurre…But. Before the attacking soldier knew what had happened, the knight had closed the distance between them and ducked under his wild sword slash, stabbing him in the stomach with both daggers.“No… now you are dead!” Lancelot growled in victory.The soldier gasped and struggled as best he could, but the pain was too great. Seeing him still alive, Lancelot twisted and pulled on his daggers, slicing the man across the belly and beginning to spill his innards on the floor. At last, after a final attempt. “At the time I hadn’t made any commitment to Ian beyond emails, and thanks to my server junking his mails I thought he had thought better of it, and Victor was the whole package – he’s considerate, loving, caring and he’s a superb lover.“That’s why I didn’t even think about Ian when Uncle Barry had the stroke. Then I felt guilty when he texted me saying he was upset I didn’t see him.“I don’t know why I didn’t tell you about Victor when I came for the long weekend, and again you pushed me to.