But nothing else happened between us. One night, we were again watching T.V. together. Scott was lying on one couch in front of the T.V and I was lyin...g on other adjacent to his couch. He was watching looking at T.V screen and I was looking at him. What had happened to him? Why was he not fucking me? I was thinking. After getting fucked twice by his hard cock now I was attracted to him. I wanted him to fuck me hard, I would again pretend to avoid him but end up having his cum in my mouth. He. I re-position Michael to be kneeling on the floor next to our bed with his hands cuffed behind his back. I let Bruce in and after sharing a glass of wine, I tell Bruce to wait just outside the bedroom door. I return to my kneeling husband. I continue to feed him my strap on cock, taunting him about cocksucking. Working him up so he'll be very ready and eager for it. "You want a real cock, don't you cocksucker! Tell me!" Michael pulls his wet mouth off the strap on. "Yes, please Kim!" he. “Baby… That was the best… Thank You!!!”An hour goes by and was just sitting there on the couch watching TV and her parents tells us they’re going to bed. It was getting late and I wanted to go home and jerk off because I had the biggest set of blue balls ever.“I’ve better get going.”“You sure you wanna leave… My parents just went to bed…” she said while winking.She places her hands on my crotch and starts rubbing it. She undoes my zipper and starts getting me a handjob. She would lift up the. It couldn't be. Was it really....?"Mom, is that who I think it is?" Mom smiled and said to find out for myself. I stood and looked into the kitchen, hopeful. My jaw fell open as I confirmed the owner of the voice. Stacy, my best friend since jr. high. I hadn't seen her since she said good-bye to me the day I left for war, but she was one of the few things that was different. Last time I saw her, she was a skinny little junior in glasses. The kind who you'd assume read a lot of comic books.