So, here I am in glorious, hot Greece. I opened the balcony doors and stepped out onto the balcony sighing happily, raising my head to the hot morning... sunshine. I was about to return back inside when I caught sight of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen before walk down the road below."Morning," I said to her, cheerfully.The woman stopped and gazed up with her right hand shielding her eyes from the sun. She was tall with long, luscious black curly hair down to her waist, and a beautiful. I pulled out of Tami and turned her to face me, then kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, and finally her mouth. As our lips came together her tongue probed forward and danced with mine.I was so lucky. I couldn't imagine anything being better than this. Tami and I were so in synch that we came together more often than not. From my reading, both the erotic story sites and the sometimes more accurate psychology and physiology research, I knew that was rare. Of course part of that was guys. Was my thinking really changing, or was I just dodging the daunting task of confronting them?Strangely, inexplicably, over time I was getting a feeling that I suspected must be something like the way the k**s must feel about what they were doing. I found myself slipping into a fantasy of seeing it through Kimmy's eyes, surrendering to the handsome, strapping young man I was proud to call my son. I suppose I should have felt alarmed at this shift of thought, but instead the relief after all. All the whilst I could feel Chet getting hard again. I guess I should have seen this coming when he whacked off to my performance in the boys room at school, he was pathetic. I tried pulling me to him, but I was going to have nothing of it After roughly fucking my face and throat for what seemed like eternity but probably only ten minutes or so, I could feel Mr BBC stiffen and he pulled out and blew his load all over my face. And I just laughed and laughed and laughed as he splattered me and.