.. she smiled at me and mouthed, "Remember, I get a turn, too."I chuckled, but despite the initial plan to fuck them in turns, I was too far gone in s...rewing Cherry. Rachel would get her turn, but it would have to wait ... I would just be sure to make it up to her. Thank God that there were to be plenty of breaks to let my dick recover, so it wouldn't fall off. My cock had an appointment with my wife's pussy, to formally celebrate my honeymoon with my legal spouse, and she had made it anything. I wanted to feel good.”“How do you feel right now?” I asked.“Good.”She rose up and touched her lips to mine. I gently pushed her back.“Caroline, this isn’t a good idea,” I protested.“That’s what you said in Chicago.”“And I still think the same way.”“Let me do this for you, please.”“For me?”“For helping me. For bringing me here. For everything you’ve done.”“You do not need to do that!” I said. “Just go to school, see your friends, and write in your diary. That will make me very happy.”“You don’t. I also downed a few cocktails as we mingled a little before a quick exit. But as we said our goodbyes, a good-looking guy asked if he could get a ride with us. I didn't think anything of it since most everyone was drinking until we had to get into his truck. Once inside the truck, I found myself between these two handsome, brawny men - much more mature and worldly than I was used to - I was all alone squashed between the two of them. I found out this was his best-friend, who he'd done. It turned out that they did not have a permanent home and simply camped wherever they happened to be when it came time each day. Further questioning revealed that the two men were gay and had been married to each other for about six years.Under the circumstances, we invited them to join us, at least until the end of winter. They gratefully accepted, and we went by their current camp to pick up their stuff to take it with us to our home. Bill and Joe had spent some very uncomfortable nights.