Fine. You’re gay, but do you have to be so reckless? Every weekend you sleep with a new set of strangers. Every Sunday you sleep through services, b...ecause you were out late with debauchery the night before. You can barely get yourself out of bed in time for lunch. It’s about time you reformed your ways.’ ‘I don’t need a sermon.’ ‘If you won’t listen to me, then listen to those health centers you guys have. Get one of their pamphlets on risk reduction. They say the same thing I do. Use. His fingers had a tight grip on my breasts and even his large hands couldn't stop my breasts from overflowing from his grip. His thumbs brushed against my rock-hard nipples and began pushing my nipples into my breasts. I squealed with pleasure as my breasts experienced a male's hands on them for the first time.He pushed both of my enormous breasts together and began assaulting my nipples with his tongue. Slithering his tongue over both of my erected nipples. Then he moved his lips over them and. Hmmm, think we’ve got a winner. Not bad, Chuck!” We quickly got ourselves comfortable before the fireplace. At first our conversations were light and easy, mostly about Tennis and little gossips about the other arrogant brutes at the club but as the night went and the tempo of the alcohol buzz in our heads increased, our conversations grew heavy with dirty insinuations. “Hey Chuck, tell me. How do you think I play?” “Hmm, I can’t decide between dirty and naughty.” “Oh jeebus, surely you know. ‘I don’t want you out of my arms either, but if you’re a good girl and go wash your face, I’ll take you to dinner. I’m starved.’ ‘I am too,’ she giggled. As she opened the French doors she turned to him. ‘Don’t go away. I’ll be right back.’ He grinned. ‘I’ll be right here.’ ‘I mean it, Frank. Don’t you dare pull a disappearing act again, like you did in Rome.’ She grinned mischievously, and he laughed. ‘I won’t. I promise. Now, scoot.’ He popped her on her bottom and she squealed softly..