I hadn’t been since pops thought I was peeing on him in grade school (it wasn’t pee). Our swinging led to my first experience being bounds spread-...eagle on my back on the bed with large pillows under my hips and it’s still one of my favorites. Sex beta and VCR tapes were coming out and he collected quite a few. His favorites (which quickly became mine) were bbw’s with BBC who had incredible cocks pumping for an unbelievable time. He teased me about having one over. One Saturday after he’d been. Then he both checked out one another's bodies for a moment."Just be good to my wife, and I'll be good to yours, Ron," Brian pointed out."Deal," Ron agreed before he gently pushed me down.He peeked at me and slowly lowered himself back to my breasts. Both of his hands landed back on them and kept my nipples uncovered again."Oh, your beard tickles me, Ron," I giggled, placing my hands on his head.I felt him take my entire nipple into his mouth and I closed my eyes. I cheesed as much as I could. I want to thank you, so much, for what you did for me today. It was very sweet."He took my hand in both of his and shook it. His hand was very soft and feminine and I could have sworn that I was standing there holding hands with Sara. Just before he released my hand he gave it a squeeze like Sara did when we would hold hands. I was transfixed by him and I felt like I couldn't function. Fortunately Dad came to my rescue."So you must be Richard" Dad said. "I'm pleased to meet you." Hello Dr.. "Dude, will you just blow me. I'm dying here" he said panting."Funny, but isn't there a whole don't ask don't tell thing still in effect." I didn't think he was serious because guys, especially the straight ones, always seemed to say the gayest things."Fuck, that's not on the books anymore. You can suck away fairy." Oh you know I would Mark but Dickens demands my attention."Mark looked over, sweaty and panting, slouching low in his chair. "Seriously though, I just want a blow job. Isn't that.