The prologue was the fighting and arguing, the aftermath was the self-recrimination. Why I should blame myself I do not know as the fault lay with my ...ex-wife. But I did blame myself for seeing her through rose-coloured spectacles and not as the evil, unbalanced person she really was. Love can blind you and for those early years of my marriage I was blinded. I turned off the air conditioning and lowered the window to take in deep breaths of that wonderful soup of oxygen rich air, garnished with. Years ago it was decided that a man should be allowed 20,000 orgasms in his life. That would be more than enough to sow his wild oats, enjoy life, procreate his family, and in essence enjoy life. At birth all male c***dren were implanted with a DNA receptor that would control the number of orgasms he had. At his 20,000th, he would then become totally impotent. He could still please his partner orally, and manually, but his penis would no longer become erect or function sexually.It was impressed. The friend grins suddenly, wanting him to do it. So James grabs my cock and starts sucking avidly. I urge him to slow down and take his time. Relax, I beg him. The older lad watches for a moment and then elbows him out of the way and shows him how it should be done!! I was not wrong about these two, they are horny. James watches his friend annoyed that he was sidelined. I beckon to him and he squirms over. I kiss him on the mouth and push my tongue into his mouth. I find him responding! Then. Suddenly again I could hear my heart beat in that deep silence. I have no words to say. I turned my head to bedroom my aunty will be in an embarrassment as his husband fucked her while her guest is in the living room. I don’t want to miss that chance. I made my decision and started walking into the bedroom. Shoba aunty is adjusting her blouse, her hair is a mess, her saree is completely removed fallen on the ground at her foot and standing her back towards the door. She could not see me. I.