My young man had certainly pumped a full load inside me. It had been a long time since I had any man ejaculate inside me, but this seemed to be a much... greater residual volume than I could ever remember before.I reached down and scooped up two of the larger globs from my inner thigh on my finger tips, and I brought the spent semen up to my face to study it further. I held the semen under my nostrils, gently inhaling the scent; it was not at all unpleasant; on the contrary I enjoyed breathing in. Have I ever had a three way. And on and on. And after the past few days with my Mistress the best I can say looking back at my sex life is that it was pedestrian at best. The only thing that stood out was my dedication to masturbation. “Have you ever jerked off to me before the other night when I first heard you?” “Yes, I have, more than a few times.” “Do you remember when the last time was?” “I am assuming you are not talking about when I jerked off for you a half hour. Okay not as young as Peter, I was too scared to tell anyone until I was over twenty and had left home. But the turmoil inside of me, the constant pressure to appear 'normal', my parents and friends' rejection of me, the pain of not being able to be dress how I wanted, all these factors drove me to the brink of suicide.I knew what Peter was going through, what I didn't know was whether he would survive. It had been touch and go with me. If it hadn't been for my wife, Chris... Part 2: Sam's. He had heard that in a lot of cases, the dominant/submissive roles in a relationship were reversed in the bedroom. Maybe that was the case here. Most of the time Autumn was the submissive one, but when she made love with Cammy...Made love with Cammy. That mental image returned. He could clearly imagine the two girls lying there in the hut, touching each other's bodies, exploring, fondling, groping...He shivered again. That thought was having its effect on him physically. It wouldn't do to.