And I convinced him that it would be best for us to just go ahead and leave The Pit. Chris and I didn’t say a word to each other while we were making that half-mile-long walk home together that night from The Pit, with the lingering taste of each other's sperm in desi our mouths. Chris walked with me all the way to my house, before he left to walk back to his own house, which was about a quarter mile away from mine, in the same neighborhood. Now, here's the sex last crucial part of my first-ever adult-style sexual encounter story that I "conveniently neglected" to tell my wife, Bea, during my original confession to her: When Chris and I arrived at the front porch of my house, he finally broke the awkward silence between us, when he very quietly asked me, "Well, did you enjoy getting your dick sucked?" I quickly whispered back to him, "Yes, I enjoyed it very much. Did you enjoy sucking it?" "Hell, yes! Your dick really turned me on. Did you like my dick?" Chris asked, still whispering. "Oh, yeah! Your dick cheating really turned wife me on too," I candidly confessed, feeling like such a queer, for admitting something like that to my best friend. And of course, by this point, I was also seriously questioning my own heterosexuality. "That's great! So do you want to have sex again sometime?" Chris asked. Those words coming out of Chris's mouth hit me like a rock. I had previously thought that our sexual encounter together down in The Pit was supposed to be a one-shot deal. A one-time, friend-on-friend dick-sucking experiment, if you will. That's what Chris had implied, when he had originally asked me if I would let him suck my dick. And now, here I was, being confronted head-on with the "totally-unexpected news" that Chris was wanting to continue fuck having a sexual relationship with me. I really didn't know what to say to Chris, even though it was the type of question that only needed a simple "yes" or "no" answer. I didn't want to tell Chris "yes," because in my mind, that would have been like admitting to him that I was a homosexual. And I just couldn't do that--even if it were true, which is wasn't.But I also didn't want to tell him "no," because I realized that sharing my sexuality with Chris down in The Pit had turned out to be a much better alternative to not sharing my sexuality with anyone at all. Besides, I indian couldn't deny that I had thoroughly enjoyed having Chris's hands wrapped around my bare dick, as well as having my hands wrapped around his. And if I told Chris "no," I just knew that he would most likely go out and find some other guy to have sex with. And that was totally unacceptable, as far as I was concerned--because deep down inside, I desperately needed for that "other guy" to be me . The bottom line was that I needed to have sex with someone on a regular basis--even if that "someone" was another guy , instead of a girl. And so I finally decided to give Chris a wishy-washy answer, and see where that led to. I also needed to find out just how badly Chris wanted to continue having sex with me, and whether or not he was willing to negotiate the terms of any future sexual encounters that we might have. "I don't know," I whispered back, slowly shaking my head, "I mean, I'm not sure that we should ." "Don't be silly. I'm not gonna tell anyone about any of this," Chris tried to reassure me. "That's...not...what...I...mean," I strongly whispered back, very slowly and emphatically mouthing each word as I said it. "Then...what... do ...you..mean?" Chris asked, just as slowly and emphatically. He lowered his arm. The process will take some time.” Twice more he filled her mouth and twice more she swallowed down his acrid waste, but he was at last indian empty, and after a few last swats to her tits and ass, he put a wife collar and leash around her neck, and untied the ropes. She reached up with the piece in her hand and said try it. The hot water cascaded over both of us, showering us with warmth and rinsing our sins away. Slowly he brushed the horse down his flank and then followed the stroke under the belly. I know how to get the money out of him.” While one of our latest songs was being played, a woman commentator’s voice resonated around the venue, Tegan let herself go limp and her hands dropped away from his wrist, leaving her lying spread-eagled as he used her unresisting body. Freshman pussy is the best pussy.” I looked, some poncy old desi codger talking to his mates over a sliver of fish and drop o wine that woudn’t sustain a bloody church mouse. We dropped our clothes there on the floor and went into his living room. Better to go now than to sex suffer cheating as a prisoner another day! “Daughters should be raised to be their father's lovers.” girls on the sofa and as he did he gave a startled look and reached behind him and put his hand down in When he looked back, there was nothing clearly visible on his face, though the guy had a good poker face. “That’s cool, Adam,“ Phil replied, his voice growing more tired, “but I really don’t want to have this conversation. The puzzle piece was there, just in front of her feet. When I just shrugged, she asked me, fuck "No comment?" I’d been drilling my new recruits hard for the past three days. I still had over 3 hours until my next flight to India, so I had some time to recover and stretch my limbs. We docked the boat and the two older men were there. You have shown me a future I could not have thought possible. Lindsey saw me sitting on the sidelines and wiggled her ass in my direction. My pussy and asshole were bathed by their jizz.