”He then went to the other girl and began to play with her tits. “Man I love big white tits. So do you want me to fuck the cunt with the fine whit...e ass, or the cunt with the big white tits?” He began to walk between us and the screaming changed as he was by me and by “Miss Big Tits”. I was trying to determine if I was relieved or disappointed, but it was obvious that the crowd preferred Bit Tits to Fine Ass.“Well Brothers, you have spoken and if you will give me just a few minutes, I will plant. I like having a big strong man around the house." She took a sip of her coffee and grimaced. "Urrgh! Too strong!" She got up and retrieved the milk from the fridge, then turned and kissed her son. He was taller than her so she had to stand on tiptoes. She gave him a quick peck under his jaw. "Thanks for the drink but I need something a little creamier." You're welcome."When she returned to the kitchen table, instead of sitting straight down, she pulled her chair out and then sat on it. Apart from being tired, I was a bit worked up; I had met this young lady in a Vienna bar and had made quite an impression on me. Nothing happened: but at a certain moment late at night she confided in me that she was bisexual. That sparked off fantasies of her, my lovely wife, and me in the middle. An image I still crave…The KLM stewardess in her crisp blue two-piece started making conversation about the horrible Dutch weather and that she could luckily soon trade it in for Kuala Lumpur. I love reading sex stories, and the raunchier, the better. The things that get me off might make others squirm. My taste is not vanilla, nor is it singular. I have fantasies of being used like a cum slut, double penetrated, used to get you off, and good for nothing else. These thoughts are what make me double-click my mouse and make myself have the most intense orgasms ever.I planned a trip with my ex to Barcelona, Spain. for two weeks, but after the breakup, I decided to swap our regular.