" Welcome, Steven. You may begin with your story if you are ready" Well, here it comes." Steven leaned forward and closed his eyes as he started to re...call the events that brought him to the group."I am 34 years old and happily married to my wife, Kristina. I always knew she was high-maintenance but lately she's been pestering me a lot about a special marriage counselor that she met in yoga class and she keeps telling me that we should go and see her. I don't understand any of it. She can have. I glide my finger along my slit which causes me to groan. You moan with me and I suck harder and deeper as I finger myself, sliding my finger over my clit.You are close. I can feel it and taste it. Your cock is throbbing in my mouth, swelling. Then I feel it. You tremble beneath me, grunting, holding my head in place as you shoot your load into my greedy mouth. I swallow what I can, the rest lands perfectly on my chest. I look up at you and bring my hand to my chest, spreading your cum with my. I want to get off, but you're spoiling my mood." His first lurches were uncoordinated, but he soon found a rhythm that worked for our disparate bodies. His hands locked around my waist in case I tried to leap up again. It took his cock several tries before he could pound his meat into me with a satisfying sensation. Satisfying? He thought it was awesome! "Oh, mom. It feels so good! I know I can cum." Ooo, when I get my hands on you...!" I threatened. My stuffed pussy was generating volumes of. I never planned on taking action on it. The thought kinda made me sick but at the same time, made me tingly with excitement. Shut up Eric, you know damn well thats not what I was thinking. Youre immature dude. I grabbed an apple and started peeling it. Dude?! What, are you a lesbian now? Now that I think about, it you never have a boyfriend Izzy you must be. With an ass like that and tits like those guys would be all over you. Youre a fucking dike! He started to laugh at me. What he said pissed.