(Ain’t inflation a bitch?) She told me to get comfortable while she found me something to wear, and went to a closet near the bed. Indian XXX I was reminded of an old joke, about a guy who walks into a bar and orders 6 martinis. There was a coffee table next to the bed. I got naked quickly, and she returned with a matching pink bra and bikini panties, and some black thigh-high stockings. I had seen some TV film loops in adult bookstores (usually while getting my cock sucked through a gloryhole), had bought and enjoyed TV stroke books, and had done a little crossdressing in panties. Her mouth felt wonderful on my cock, and I could have stayed like that sucking her hardening cock for hours. I’d been thinking of this speech for some time, and, sitting on the edge of the coffee table, rattled it off: “I’m not gay”, I said, “but the idea of a woman with a cock excites me. It tasted wonderful, and I couldn’t get enough. Her mouth felt wonderful on my cock, and I could have stayed like that sucking her hardening cock for hours.
