Dominic reflected on this truth while absently rustling through his pockets for whatever change he could find to pay for the bus. Sometimes a hobby is...a means to an end. A subconscious expression of deepest feelings. Sometimes a hobby sets you free. The rain seemed to grow heavier as the evening wore on, and as night gathered her skirts and prepared to saunter onto the sky stage, the bus finally came down the street. He straightened his shirt and got up from the bus bench, brushing dust,. She entered the water and submerged herself completely, raising a few feet away from where I was, and walked over to where I was standing, the water reaching up to her neck where she emerged and receding down to the bottom of her bosoms as she got closer to where I was, giving me an up close look at her mouthwatering boobs. She walked next to me, leaning on the stone bank beside me, in the same position I was in, our shoulders only inches apart.She let out a small sigh, moved a bit closer to my. They decided to leave her tied to the bedpost as all four of them began to undress. Wendy's face was a picture when they pulled their cocks out of their pants."Fucking hell, they are fucking huge!" she screamed, as all four guys climbed back on the bed.I was amazed how big their cocks were, easily twice the size of mine. One guy got between her legs and took hold of both her ankles and rested them on his shoulders. I could see the look on her face as he slowly buried his cock in her pussy."Oh. We stood there for a few minutes, a little bit nervous. He had some booze, so he poured us both a drink to loosen us up. Then, after talking for a little bit, he asked me if it would be okay if he took down his pants and showed me his cock. I told him that I’d like that, so he did. It was about six inches and thick. I reached out to touch it. It was so strange, but such a turn on. I had never felt another man’s cock in my hand before, but I liked the way it felt. I liked hearing him moan as I.