She wanted to feel the palms he'd roughed up on his old truck. The depth of her conversations with him had told her more about him than anyone she kne....Four long months had passed before this night. Exchanging emails, chatting on instant messengers, and even though they both lived in Las Vegas, they had yet to meet. He told her that he was only a bit worried about the reality not living up to the dream. She persisted though, and this night ... this cool October evening had been their first. Martinnever questioned his orders, but for some strange reason, he thought abouthis mother's Uncle Ibrahim.He took a commercial flight to Northwest Florida Regional Airport, and fromthere he was to fly on a military transport to his ultimate destination.He was just settling into his seat, when a friendly accented voice said,"Hello Martin. It's so nice to see you again." He looked up into the icyblack eyes of Uncle Ibrahim. Martin had an uneasy feeling, but he shookhis uncle's hand, and said,. I was in heat and backed my ass up to him in an attempt to have him keep trying. I wanted so badly to be fucked like a dirty whore right there in Michael’s bedroom. I knew he was watching this all take place and I wondered if he liked what he saw in his precious little sissy. I hoped so. With Daniel unable to maintain his erection long enough to slip inside of me, he resorted to using his sausage-like finger in my ass. As he fingered my hole, Mark repositioned himself and was now standing in. "I looked at her somewhat sternly, and then realized that she really wasn't going to let it go, and that I needed to put this to rest. I sighed, and said, "Yes. We had a very brief affair. It only lasted for a couple of weeks, and then..." That's right. You moved away in the middle of term. I had forgotten about that." She paused and a look of something... astonishment? came over her face. "You don't know ... you weren't here when it happened." Her mouth gaped open for a moment, and a strange.