But we’re still not quite touching, are we? Our lips could so easily have met but it hasn’t quite happened. Just how much are you longing to touch... me, to hold me, taste my lips, the wetness of my tongue…more than anything you want to unwrap my breasts and then…oh the possibilities… Now focus on how that longing is making you feel. Your breath has quickened. Your pulse is racing and your whole upper body is sweating. And yet…isn’t it strange how you feel so light now? Light as a feather. Now I. Because when they said ‘yes’, I was expected to have sex with them. It’s the way Papi wanted it, and I think it was all well understood about the things Papi wanted. And I had to do it with everyone there. Once, we even went to the morgue, which was really scary, and there were a lot of people there, which I thought was odd. But I did it with all of them.The Fingers got to, too. I might have been part of their pay, and I’m sure that’s why they argued. But they did a good job, and we almost. She had heard on the g****vine that he didn’t have a girl and, with her boss away she could wear the uniform of ritual courtship.Jennie made several excuses to herself for needing to go and see him. It was during the last of these visits before lunch when Sue spoke to her while they waited at the coffee machine. “We have all tried my love,” she said, “I wish you luck, but he is gay.”Jennie went back to her office feeling somewhat gutted and disappointed with life. Flashers, gays and middle-aged. I moved through the group of my friends and their wives grinding on each one. Some of them were handsy gropping me the entire time, others more playful. I got hornier and hornier with each person that I was with. And relishing the way that I got to learn the size of each guy's cock. Every one of them were rock hard. I was bigger than each one of them with the exception of Mark. That dude was a fucking giant. He had to be at least 11 inches and it felt like he was at least a monster can.