I tried my hardest not to even look at her afraid my wife would catch me. My wife was just as beautiful in her younger days but lately her attitude kn...ocked her down from a 10 to a 7. My wife did not like anything that I did for myself. Her idea of a hobby was going shopping with her so I could hold her items and wait by the changing room as she tried on different outfits. Also drive her to the shopping centers and carry large bags and shoe boxes. Also go to the bar and get long island ice tea. I would come home from school and before I did my homework I would take a shower, I would never shut or lock the door and Paul, who worked at home a lot, would often walk in for a pee, I would peek from behind the curtain at how he pulled his cock out of the front opening and pulled the skin right back watching the yellow stream flow out of the tip and I used to get tingles as he exaggerated milking the last drops out and the feelings of confusion as to how his cock would be different sizes. Behind him a gasp of exasperation brought him the the reality of not fastening the door to the room. As the strong, unstoppable stream of urine splashed into the porcelain he glanced sidewise to find a young woman brushing by him. She was remonstrating agitatedly and mumbling a stream of words that to him made no sense at all. To his amazement the woman lifted her light dress, pulled down a tiny pair of panties and crouched, hovering above the seat to the toilet bowl immediately to his right.. I began to lick Stan’s ass, and he said the last time he had his asshole licked was over 30 years ago and that his current girlfriend who lives up North would never do that and does not really like sucking cock. Steve’s cock was going far in my ass and he asked how I liked it. I told him it felt great and liked that both of them were making me feel good. I like being with men I know, I told them both: because it allows me to act like a slut and the men appreciate it. Sometimes I like when Jim.