You bastard! Why!" You leap at your uncle, this man who you trusted. He catches your arm and places his hand on your head. "Calming rain." He says qui...tly. You slump on the bed as your muscles give out and go limp. "I know this is a lot ta take in all at once, sweetie bird, and ya aint got no reason to trust me, but I've got two words to say that'll let you make up your own mind." Yeah and for all I know it could be some trigger to turn me into a zombie." Sweetie-" DON'T CALL ME THAT!" You. At first, when I convinced my wife to do me, she was a bit apprehensive. We had a lot of conversations regarding "gay" sex and whether I was becoming gay. (A note to gays and homosexuals. I respect your decisions and your sexuality. I have nothing against homosexuality. I just grew in a straight type environment, grew with Base ball, Foot ball and other male sports and always new I was a man. I have no feelings for the love of another man. I love my wife and hope to die by her side in about 50. My friend and I build to a combined rhythm, both of us piercing into you at the same time. All you can do is take it, there's nowhere for you to go. This is fucking heaven, but all the teasing and anticipation has taken it's toll. I am so close to a massive release. I grow more frantic as I seek my own ecstasy. I need to cum deep inside you. My pace quickens, there's nothing gentle left. I pound into you over and over, faster and harder with each thrust. My friend can't keep pace and all you. The floor is a white marble of some sort. The walls are plain cream, with very pretty nature pictures hanging on them. The ceiling lights are scattered around and the lampshades are little glass flowers, very bright too. There are two waiting areas, up against the huge windows, either side of the door which I just walked through. There are a selection of cream leather seats set out in an 'L' shape with a small glass coffee table in front of each of them with a selection of different magazines..