She did need to make men cum. But there wasjust something not right about being aggressive about it. She knew in herheart of hearts that she was a 100... submissive sissy and that while sheneeded to make men cum, it would be horrible to in any way be anythingbut passive and pliant.She loved the words passive and pliant. She could feel them bouncingaround in her head like two beautiful pink ping-pong balls rewriting herbrain in such a creamy and gooey way. The words were invented for her.She just. But Jack, unlike a lot of well-hung men, was sensitive to my needs and responses and positively loved foreplay. By the time he was wedging his big dick into me, I was aching for it. And he usually took his time, too, which meant that when he did push that last inch home, I could just... barely... take it.Find two guys like Jack? I figured the odds were slim to none. And would I really want to be with more than one at once? Well, sure - if they could be like they were in the fantasy.I shook. Emma's beautiful auburn hair was a mess; it was like a bad hair day on steroids. Her bright sparkling blue eyes were dull, a little swollen, and red from crying. Emma is tall at 5' 9 with a slender, pleasing, muscular frame but she looked shrunken and hunched over sitting at the table."Hi Honey, I'm..." caught in my throat when I saw the condition she was in. "What's wrong? Who died?" That was the only thing I could think of that would have made Emma look like she did.She looked up as I entered. ."Timmy got stuck again."So?" Krissy said."So I got to go to Ellen's house with Debbie and Amy to write up thelab report. Ellen played the Krissy album and I just loved it just asmuch as Debbie and Amy and I became a fan." You loved the Krissy album?" Krissy's mom said."Oh, yeah, it's my favorite. I still love it. I listen to it all thetime." What's you favorite song?" Gosh, that's hard to say. They're all so nice." You like Krissy's make up song?" That one is funny. About putting on the wrong.