He was still asleep and I felt his erection pressed against my ass. I liked sleeping with him and it felt good to be in his arms each morning. I reach...ed back to stroke his cock and soon we were making love. I thought of it as making love, but I didn’t know what it was. I was so enamored with him and his cock and tongue brought me to an orgasm every time we had sex. It was like we were made for each other, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I had been only sleeping with my customers. Overthe next hour she would twitch her ass against our dicks sendingbutterflies scurrying throughout our gut. Not that anyone was surprised;after all she was nothing but a tease to us. But the flaunting of her legsand the display of the snaps of her garter belt was wearing us down. Pantyhose were uncommon back in 1968. The particulars are fuzzy as what took place and who took them duringthe next hour, but I do remember we each took turns sitting on thisoverstuffed sofa swapping spit while. I want to be treated like a woman. If that is what you want then fine lets get to it. If you just want to shoot a load because you want a better blow job than your wife then this is a fucking waste of my time.” Terry responds “We both know you didn’t come here to leave. You want to show me your panties, you want my cock. We both know it.” I interrupt him “I don’t want your cock Terry, I want a daddy. I want to be someone’s sissy for real. Not for a quick BJ and high five.” He then gets up from. What the fuck is wrong with you?”“What’s wrong with me? There’s nothing wrong with me! There’s something wrong with him!” he pointed at me as I sat up and rubbed my already bruised ribs. “There’s no point talking to you is there?” Jason helped me to my feet, “You alright man?”“Yeah, just a little shaken up at the fact that my own fucking friend did that,” I replied looking at Shawn.I tried to take a step forward but was met with a wall of pain that almost caused me to collapse. Luckily Jason.