Twenty five years ago an asian friend came up to my country house an hour north of NYC on a lark. And we astonished each other with the depth and breadth of our interest in each other’s bodies and openings. Then he spent time in Italy and found and left a lover in NYC.
And met the two of us, my husband and I, at the Leslie Lohman museum several times. It was obvious the attraction was threefold. I'd some vague hope to refresh the memories of my cock sinking in under the weight of my lust and the magnetism of his desire into him again. Who’d of thunk it that my husband now would be the one to make this happen - to reunite us, again with lust, multiplied by two?
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