He looked almost like a startled dear. “No.”I gave him a grin. “Come on, you can tell me, little brother. She's cute.”He shrugged.“Yeah, you... were. I mean, she sucked your cock today. She swallowed your cum. You loved it.”A slow smile crossed his lips. “Yeah, I guess.”“How long have you had a crush on her?”His eyes widened again, that gleam of panic shining in them. “Never.”I gave him a look. It didn't last long because I had to pay attention to my driving. “You have. I bet for a year, right?. She hadhad some glass of wine so I didn?t even comment on that.Honestly I didn?t know my answer. She had found my fantasy notes about BDSMand left me for them and she was much too prudish to play in my kind ofgame. She was raised to be a ?good girl?. Perhaps the wine had open up adoor in her mind, I don?t know.This call comes from Micke, who wanted to come over to me. He had a BIGproblem.- Yes certainly! You are always welcome.One hour later he sat in my guest chair and told me about his. Her arms wrapped around me but her eyes, like mine were glued to my wife and her two...friends.We started to make out. Our passion infused with voyeurism as the scene on the dance floor grew more and more lewd and unfettered. We kissed as we watched the two tongues taking turns in my wife's throat. I could see their erect meat grinding against her hips. My eyes closed as the girl slipped a hand down my pants with a kiss that made my head spin. And I drifted into our world...and then out of. There was no fat in his body, the muscles clearly visible, the abs looking like bread loafs. And everything covered with ink. The two nipple piercings were already visible through the Shirt, but now they looked even more impressive. I never thought a body like this is possible without Photoshop. I kissed his belly, slightly touching the deep grooves between the muscles. I opened his trouser, he laid on his back and I removed the trouser. Then I saw it. It was still covered by the boxer short,.