It had never occurred to me. I had thought he was exclusively a 'top' and I was quite happy being his 'bottom'. I told him I would think about it. Mic...k was still the only man that I had looked at with sexual desire. I started to wonder what I liked about what we were doing. I knew already that I had discovered that I enjoyed being penetrated. What else? After a couple of days, I decided that I actually liked Mick in the same way I liked my girlfriend. I wanted him, not just his cock. And so, as. But what made all the difference, at that point, was that I had the loveof a man who made me feel as woman as ever. In his sweet accent, Mustaphawould sometimes tell me: Ophelia, I fell in love with your breasts thefirst time I saw you at the swimming pool! Your belly was the second thingI fell in love with! To me, his loving words were almost as powerful, ifnot more, as the hormones that were feminizing my body! As a gay bear, hehad fallen for effeminate chubbies, with little or no body hair,. “His bigger cock stretches me SO nicely. I LOVE it!”After they came, rested close for a moment, and cleaned up a bit. The reunited lovers, still naked, went in search of the other presumably- rutting couple.Don’s buns a’bouncing was the scene through the doorway. Rhonda’s synchronized sound effects filled in the rest. Toby muttered, “Never heard her that noisy when I was screwing her.”They watched quietly as Don pumped a load into her pussy, finding out later that it was his second, and then. Then she starting really flirting asking how good my sex life had been and she remembered the feel off my cock. She told me about her and her bf’s sex life was so very different to ours. She told me about how she was the dominant one, unlike in our relationship. I was the dominate one. She told me how it was nice to be in a different role but she missed being fucked without a choice and being dominated like she was with me. By this time my cock had began to grow thinking about old times. Then.