Her cheeks puffed out. She clamped her lips around the shaft to seal it in. She couldn't take it out of her mouth. It would go all over. How would she...explain cum stains on her shirt to Jimmy?She swallowed as fast as she could, trying to keep up with the flow. Some of it leaked out past her lips."Oh fuck yes, Lanie. That was good," Joe said with a sigh.Lanie swallowed the last of his cum and pulled his cock out of her mouth. Her shirt was still up over her tits, and the bit of cum that had. Less then an hour later he arrived at the 3rd class joint called The Sunset Motel. The owner looked much like the place did, old and run down. 'Well, beggars can't be choosy', Al told himself as he walked in. "I need a room - one that's quiet and away from the traffic," Al told the owner/manager."I'll give you number 4," the man replied back. "It's clean, quiet and the shower works." The owner emphasized the word "shower". Well, at least he smelled the part.Once in his room, Al unfolded the map. I'll starve unless she comes back. He didn't like what was going on but he figured he would have to go along for a while and see what happens. He sure couldn't escape so long as he was locked in this cell.Late then, that next day, Ellen returned to her little cabin in the middle of nowhere. As she emerged at the bottom of the stairs, Brian sat up, albeit with the pillow over his lap."Well, Brian, are we in a more polite mood this afternoon?" Yes, ma'am." Oooohh. Very good start. I take it. If you were gay, you wouldn’t want Sherry at all. I’d say that you’re bisexual myself, from the sound of it, as am I. By the way, you can’t ‘pick a team’ or ‘turn gay’ or ‘turn straight.’ That’s not how this works.“No, bisexuality isn’t a myth, regardless of what you’ve been told by the Dr. Browns of the world. That’s the same idiot cunt who came up with the one year rule, isn’t she? Look, you’re bi and you should be enough for yourself, enough that you’ll be fine, with or without Sherry. We’ll.