I knew the principals of this piece of performance art. They were my darling wife and myself.I thought I had struck a clever balance of honesty and di...sembling, when I had labeled the dvd as “dad’s birthday”. Well, it appeared that I was not the only one to crack that particular code. It was paused, but I remembered that weekend well. Very well.The scene at hand, featured my Darling Wife, entirely naked, tied to our bed. I was buried headfirst in her sex, and it appeared this was long about the. As both bitches screamed, their mouths were pushed firmly onto our cocks, and the face and ass-fucking began in earnest.I released my left hand from Lily’s head, keeping her bobbing up and down on my cock with my right hand in her brown hair in rhythm with Doug’s thrusts into her ass. My left hand was then free to squeeze and slap her tits as they swung beneath her body from the force of our combined thrusts. “Oh yeah, bitch, gag on my cock like the whore you are,” I snarled. Doug was happy. I felt them tense up suddenly, almost jumping outof my hand. It took a half second until my brain realized what this meant.I tried to say “NO” but, with a mouth and throat filled with dick it justcame out as a muffled grunt, my eyes as big as dinner plates. HE WAS GONNACUM IN MY MOUTH.I tried not to let him do it but he had no intention of letting me off.Every time I tried to pull my head off he’d just shove it back down overhis cock until finally I felt it swell inside my throat and begin to. That now seemed to be serendipitous in that if he really were to take on some hard black cocks he would be fairly clean inside. Terry had started masturbating at a young age. He had known he was attracted to men before middle school, but had been too scared to experiment with boys or men. It was one thing to be accused of being a faggot, entirely different to be proved as one. Terry shuddered to think what his dad would have done if presented with real evidence of his son's homosexuality. The.