He looked out his window at thehookers that strolled up and down the street. "It must be so easy being awoman, you can always sell yourself." He mum...bled to himself. He walkedout of his room and into the spare room. His wife only packed a singlebag when she left so he put all of her things into the spare room. He satdown at her vanity and sighed. He pulled the rubber band from his longblack ponytailed hair a remnant of his high school years that he couldn'tlet go of. "I'm not a real man.". . ah... fantasize about things and people. We've done it since we first met but a couple of years ago one fantasy came along and... well this one involves you. See Ted, sometimes when we make love we pretend that we're other people or that other people are in bed with us, doing things to us, you know just to make the sex more exciting. Matt took a deep breath. "Christ this even sounds weird to me! Anyway, one of Sam's fantasies, well ours really, is that you're outside the bedroom window. I switched nipples and she moaned with delight, and her thick rubbery nipples in my mouth, I was so excited. She continued to stroke me and I got stiff and groaned I’m gonna cum.When I let loose a squirting ejaculation, I saw that she giggled like a little girl and said she always enjoyed watching a man ejaculate when it squirted like that. If you would have asked me if anything like this would have ever been possible, I would most definitely have said no way, but it happened.I think I need to. When he read the next note, he was sure of it.“Do you really have a cock that looks like a baby’s arm holding an apple in its fist?”, it read.With a huge grin, Brad flashed two fingers at her. April began squirming in her seat.The next note read, “Meet you at Barbi’s after school.”Brad knew he didn’t really have to answer. The rest of the day went by in a blur. As soon as his last class was over, he raced over to the Welch house. He knew that the girls would already be there because his last.