Maybe hornier than I've ever been in my entire life and I wanted him to fuck me. I needed him to fuck me, I needed to feel him inside of me again so b...ad and so I kissed him and he kissed me back and I rubbed his cock through his pants and he let me for a little while but then he took my hand away and he said “No, not like this” and I said “Please” and I kissed him again and I said “I need you” and he said “I should go” and he stood up but I grabbed his leg and I said “Please don't go” and he. All different ages and lots of different flavors." I was kind of hoping maybe you could be my first." You want to have sex with me? Uh, Um, I'm your stepfather. I don't think your mom would understand that." You're both swingers, what's the difference?" You're my stepson. I think it would just be kind of strange. Ethically, it's not right." We're not blood related, Michael. I'd really like to have my first encounter with you. I really find you very attractive. I love you so much. This would be. "Last night when you left..." I was surprised, did she honestly think that she was going to make this about my reaction? Dragging last night into the discussion was a clear 'no-win' for her, no good would come out of that. Last night she had shrugged off my heartfelt concerns about our marriage as unnecessary. Her long hours, missed calls, and the drop off in our sex life were all dismissed as childish on my part. Then she had teased me about the amount of time she was spending with "the dreamy. He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer. His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill indicated that he'd be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own. One day a few weeks later, Bill came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong. "What's wrong, Bill?" she asked. "Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?" "Oh, Bill,.