And I really want to get into that head of yours when it comes to music. I'm the same way, except with movies.”So she understood my hints earlier. �...�Oh, I could go on and on for hours about music. Do you have a preferred genre?”“I'd rather know yours,” she leaned closer, giving me a nice view of her cleavage.“I don't refuse any genre outright, but I just can't get enough of Blues. And that's strictly Southern Blues, mind you. Anyone from there would probably shoot me for saying it, but Chicago. I ran up as quickly as possible, but it was almost all over but the time I rejoined them. I saw Karel kick a gray-bearded man. When he grunted in pain, Karel dispatched him with a pistol bullet to the back of the head."Watch the door," I told Karel, then surveyed the bodies. There were nine of them, eight old men and one boy of perhaps 12. The men dragged them into a pile along the schoolhouse wall. We caught one more who was playing dead and improved his performance.The school was made of gray. .. most of it stayed in but as he pulled out there was a gag reflex and his cum ran down my chin. I was helpless and still being fucked from behind when another cock took the place of the one I had just sucked. I eager took it, sucking and gagging myself on it as the guy in my ass pulsed, jerked, and filled the condom, Once he finished Mistress moved me to the side, took off the condo and poured the still hot cum from it on my back. I heard her open another and soon another cock was in my ass. My wife just loved the, uh, er, uh, attention. But, the story gets even stranger.He would drink another beer, and get hard almost immediately. He would not toke or do any other party d**g. He just did the beer. And “BOING”, he was back up. Though my wife and I were freaked by his method, my wife and I did not care how he did it. We both only cared that he did it.I remember being sent out for the second and third cold six packs. We kept him fueled. And the fuel kept working. As mentioned early.