It was like learning that your best friend really has two heads, but you can only see one of them. Richie, for crissakes!I had never thought about Ric...hie in any way but as a pal, but now that I knew his little Dukie secret, he took on a different aura. We had, as mentioned, masturbated together while leering at my French playing cards, and I had seen him spurt his loads many times into a paper napkin, but I had not given it any other thought whatsoever.As I've said, we each didn't have a gay. ”Tia’s countertop posture transitioned to a slump, with her chin resting on her folded arms like a bored student in class. Except Tia had never been more focused as her soft hazel eyes stared blankly at the mirror, trying to trace the shadowy outline of her head. The longer Tia stared, the fewer features remained.“Really,” Simone said, and Tia glimpsed Simone’s curvaceous figure stepping around the counter. “After her coronation, the new queen would put a new mirror in each household.”“Uh. .. or is he?"Now there was no one sitting there but sanity be praised there was indeed an empty double-old fashioned whiskey glass. Phil gave the glass and me a good number of quite evil and dubious looks and sidled off into a corner to have his own lengthy conversation with himself. Phil spends too much time here, and often alone ... and most definitely does 'talk to himself'. I'd only been here for three days and I'd figured that one out for myself early.I do seem to have far too much time on. The soft, feminine, somtimes silky material felt amazing against my skin and made me feel so wonderfully sexy. When he saw what I was wearing one day, he seemed to understand, he seemed to know what I needed. He moved towards me, making me instinctely lay back and gently straddled my chest. Soft and slow, he feed me his cock. At the same time, satisfying and exploring my blossoming need to be submissive, my love of pleasuring cock, and my desire to have cock gag and slide into my throat. Even.