She slid her skirt down and stepped out of it. We were both left in our underwear: I was in my boxer-briefs and Sarina stood so innocently (almost emb...rrassed) in her black silk bra w/ pink lace and matching panties and her high heels. Her naturally darkened skin accentuated the core work she’d been doing and completely defied her age. Our hearts were racing, fully aware of the adventure ahead. I pulled Sarina back into my arms to kiss her but she quickly dropped to her knees. My bulge was. While I’m taking care of business in the bathroom and showering up quickly, that’s Gregory’s time to get out lube, toys, videos, and whatever else we might need. By the time I’m back in the bedroom, Gregory’s desire for anal play has taken over and he’s usually as hard as a rock. That’s excellent for me because I don’t need much foreplay when it comes to getting my ass reamed. I get to decide what position I want it in. My favorite, not surprisingly, is on my knees. It feels a****listic. Looking back, I realize now how perceptive that little 12-year-old was.In a minute, the two of us were breathing in unison. In two minutes, we were fast asleep.I was awakened by a my clock's electric buzz."Shit," I said, not ready to wake up. My head was in a fog, but something seemed wrong. I couldn't shake my grogginess enough to focus on what it could be. I looked for Marie and didn't see her. My dick, as usual when I woke up, was piss-hard, with my hand wrapped around the shaft.Then I. McCock and his party moved along the well trodden grass towards the large marquee. As the group moved out of the parking area, the six Harbourian shuttles landed and parked beside their pad discharging their passengers and shutting down."We look as if we are the last to arrive. Good." said Trudie. McCock looked at her and she continued cryptically, "appearances and timing, Aggy. You men, relieve the Ghorkhali on the trolley." And answering McCock's questioning look, she explained"The Ghorkhali.