I lowered my lips to his neck and began sucking on it. Switching between kissing and sucking, trying to taste every part of his beautiful skin. My eye... began to lower as I could tell from his wet boxer briefs that he was getting hard, so I moved my right hand towards his cock and began caressing it through the damp cloth of his underwear. As his cock began to arise, so did mine. My erection grew and grew. I lowered my lips to his nipples as I continued to massage his cock over his briefs. I. Boy got shit to do, he'll be right back. I left the game in the bathroom, I'm gonna go get it. Put these in your mouth, it's some wireless shit." He hands me some kind of mouth guards, like what boxers wear only spongier, softer. I put them in, this game must be straight from Japan, Japanese games are so weird. On his way to the bathroom Ty pops a tape into the VHS, it's just static at first. I look in the mirror, I'd finished the popsicle, it stained my lips, looks like I'm wearing lipstick.. "Hello" Hey Greg, it's Roger, Roger Johnson, from the old neighborhood." Hi Rog. Wow it's been a while. What, about ten or fifteen years at least?" Yeah, about that. Last time I saw you, it was at your house on Spring Road in Station Island. I stopped by there a few weeks ago and, well I found out you had moved way back. I tried looking your number up in the phone books, tried the people search on the Internet, but kept coming up empty. I remembered that you were, and I guess you still are,. ” My sex life is very one-note. It's become a routine, which happens to everyone sooner or later, I know that.I still enjoy fucking my husband. It’s a pleasant car ride on a Sunday afternoon.But I need more. I need lust, pull off the road, and do it behind a tree, raw forbidden sex because the urge is so powerful, a sirens song calling to you that you can't resist. The desire to fuck so great nothing else matters. I'm craving that.The graphic books help and the monthly subscription to “Adam &.