I moaned and arched my back to his fingers. I spit his cock out of my mouth.“Fuck me,” I begged. “I want you to fuck me.”“Turn around then. ...Brace up on that tire,” he said, still holding the cigar in his clenched teeth.I quickly turned around, placed both hands on the front, outside dual, drive tire, and spread my legs. I kicked off a boot and pulled my leg out of my jeans so I could spread my legs further. He applied more spit to my ass, placed his cock at my hole, and stepped forward. His. I thought it best not mention it to my BF and was secretly excited by the whole thing. Nick also began to get a little flirty with me and I was enjoying it. He was about 40 years old, not bad looking, was a little stocky and and above average height but was very confident of himself. That night I saw him looking at me more and more and I found myself doing the same and smiling at him.My BF and I went up to bed because in the morning I was up early, I had been trying to decide what to wear and. Although you will never be able to bear a child, you may want to suckle your genetic offspring." You must be insane! Let me out of here. Please, let me go!"She ignored the interruption. "You see, my little experiment requires that we preserve a quantity of your sperm in case you decide later to raise your own child. Prepare for your last male orgasm."Before Pat could react, she implanted a large tube on his penis. It was attached to wires and a rubber hose, and as she switched it on, he. Dave got married first in 1985, and my wife and I got married a few months later in the spring of 1986. My wife and I had always been open about our sex lives, history, desires, and kinks. Dave never liked to discuss anything after he was married, so we never talked about anything that happened. He and his wife never discussed sex, and he had told me they held sex a very private matter. Dave woke up in the middle of the night, still pressed against me tightly. His cock was still hard and laying.