. Gay sex “Andre, Andre, Andre,” Emily murmured. You’re on rake duty and I don’t have one in the truck.”“Yeah sure. I’d missed it—the bi life. I had no trouble seeing how he would be a winner in doing his own TV commercials. No, don’t look. “After the beers, I want to take you upstairs and work you over.”“OK,” I said.He did. Which window?” I said. I was standing by the coffee table, unsure of whether I was supposed to sit or not. He didn’t just look powerful, in shape, and vigorous, he fucked powerfully, in shape, and vigorously. She’s the girl I knocked up and who thinks I’m good enough to lay her and give her babies, but not good enough to be a husband, because . It was a really classy, expensive-looking house.The living room was its own wing of the house. Fucking raw was a big turn on, but we did just fine with rubbers too. Neither of us had thought of taking the time to sheath up, although I saw that there were a couple of packets of condoms and a tube of lube beside his beer can on the side table of the sofa he’d been sitting in.He remained hovering over me, inside me, until he’d gone flaccid.
