I knew damn well Jim would be into that, and, it wouldn't take too much to convince me Steve was into that, too -- especially after I listened to thei...r phone call.It was at that point I realized Jim's fantasy of me having sex with another man was much deeper than I ever thought. And, instead of being mad, I felt compassion for him and I wondered how I might be able to get the truth. I desperately needed to know what was going on in his head because I truly wanted to satisfy my husband and give. The guy next door lowered himself even more so that with a little bit of effort on my part his cock slid under the wall and into view, unable to resist the sight I pulled away from his hand so that I could slide my mouth over the head of his beautiful cock, I was just able with a bit of effort to wrap my mouth around it and was soon bobbing up and down oblivious to everything else around me. What I hadn't realised that the guy in the opposite cubicle had been taking great interest in what was. It was full of whisperings, stroking, caressing. They didn’t use anything, only their bodies, and they moved together as one, experiencing each other’s body. Their orgasms seemed different, not so strong but powerful anyway and celebrated quietly. I suppose it’s different with a man, a woman gets impaled doesn’t she, always something inside her. I’m sure that’s enjoyable but it must be nice not to have to face that occasionally. This is just by way of explaining what happened that Sunday. Both. Carrying a flight bag with a change of clothes, she was wearing a skimpy bikini top, a short denim skirt without the benefit of underwear, and lace-up-the-calf sandals (I call them “bondage triggers”) with medium heels.A long time ago I gave up thinking about logic in woman’s footwear, it was enough that Li looked real good to me, and that her footwear was secure. Plus this presentation made me think of securing my little darling tightly on one of my sex-bondage devices. She would leap at the.