When he saw an attractive woman with a man, Homer wondered how long it would be before the guy had her pregnant. He looked at balding, pudgy guys with... three or four kids and ground his teeth. What had he done to deserve this torture?All this was mixed up with sex or the lack of it. At night Homer would lie awake next to his sexy wife, yearning to reach over and touch her and knowing it would only anger her. Outwardly he looked like the luckiest man alive -- a beautiful wife, his company doing. It was a beautiful cock, sleak and firm, not yet fully erect, and the head was a soft pink colour which I didn't expect. I had been told that black cocks had purple heads and that they were huge and gnarled with veins. This cock bobbed softly through the hole and the owner must have been losing interest as it started to droop slowly and then it began to withdraw. I quickly touched it, the decision made for me by my emotions not my brain, and at the touch it came back in and throbbed up and down. ?Yes. I have to say, he is so much better behaved after I get his boy spunk to dribble through the grate of his chastity belt. He had a little trouble coping at first, but now he practically begs for it. I guess that because he has never experienced a full orgasm, getting his prostate rubbed feels almost as good as our clits.? ?But how can you do that to your own flesh?? ?Well, it seems to me that it would almost be more cruel not to. Someday he will go out into the world where I can?t protect. I took an indulgent inhale, and I could smell her! The sweet stink of her hormone-rich arousal wafted into my nose, and leaked its seductive tendrils into the primal heart of my mind. I grinned broadly, and pushed my face against her. JUSTINA At first, it felt like the wind in my hair. Then, I felt one of my eyelashes bend. Then… then I felt something else. I glanced downward, and saw shimmer in the air between my legs. I cautiously withdrew my fingers, wondering if the sensation I felt was.