I heard a voice say You’re the Man. I turned and there was a man in his late 50’s or early 60’s. Then two more guys passed and gave me the thumb...s up. I guess that in the backs of our male heads we all have a perverted side. I had run into no one that thought what I was doing was wrong. I could see three men on the other side of the stream headed back down towards the camp ground. Lesly and Susan came out a short time after. I was shocked they were already dressed in their shorts and tube tops.. I can barely see myself in the reflection, but I'm less inclined to care now. My cock slides out of the bloody ruin that is Emma's asshole. My erection is larger than it's ever been before. I brush her corpse off the bed and it falls on top of Sophia's, the castoffs of my night of passion. Her head bounces off the bodies before it hits the ground. I can see her lifeless eyes staring up at me and my manhood throbs with urgent need. Looking over, only Mackenzie remains of my slaves. Though the. But the did – he did. The fight against his nature was over. He was …. this. Lying underneath me his contentment was distinct. It flooded the room. He came home.To himself.To my bed.To me.I suddenly couldn’t imagine him anywhere but here, under me, beside me.And so … well, fuck … I cried.It started small. I fought it. He turned back, looking at me. But like I wrote before, when he looked at me now, he no longer challenged – only tried to see. He wasn’t questioning either. Only learning.Looking. Tammy married just after leaving college and had three children by the time she was in her early thirties. Her husband was a good-looking, well-built muscular man and their sex life as a married couple had been hot and very active throughout their ten years together. Unfortunately, he had begun to wander sexually soon after they'd married and increasingly slept with other women the longer he and Tammy were together. Finally, Tammy had taken all she could and divorced her husband because of his.