We had talked trash all day and I really had a great time with Bruce. Not once did our sexual activity come up in discussion, which was fine with me. ... was struggling with how much I enjoyed sucking Bruce's amazing cock and the unbelievable orgasm I had from him fucking me. After all, I'm straight. We drank the beer and finished our subs. They were good.As were leaving, Bruce suggested we grab a beer at the bar next door. I hesitated, but Bruce insisted. Maybe it wasn't a gay bar. We walked in. "Well, a promise is a promise," I said. Just then Osborn walked back to the table. "These two gentlemen convinced me that you had been serious. So I guess we are taking them back to our room." That suits me, can we stop by the convenience store and buy some more beer?" she asked."Absolutely," I assured her.The man in the convenience store was a typical clerk. He was someone I wanted to ask for his green card. I didn't, but it was hard not to be a smart ass. Osborn brought the beer up and I paid. Her nipples begin to grow hard, giving me perfect targets to squeeze and abuse. Screaming in pain as her body is abused by me, unable to defend her pussy. I look up seeing her mouth open and inviting I slide back up her body and ram my tongue into her mouth, licking deep into her throat. She tried and tried to get me out, but I forced the back of her head against the ground and I took pleasure in her mouth. Her pussy and tits sore and red from abuse as her mouth is violated from my tongue, so. Lately though, I'd noticed he'd been spending more time hanging out here than usual, as I saw it, often with little reason. At first I'd put it down to him tiring of his usual friends...of maybe needing a break from them as can happen to all of us, but thinking back over these past few weeks and of the number of visits he'd made, and now looking down at him as he sat with my Mum on the sofa, no longer did I think it the case he'd tired of his friends. Instead I believed he was looking for a new.