She was so out of my league that I didn’t get nervous when I saw her, for to be nervous would have meant that I thought there was a chance for me: t...ere was no chance for me. She was an avid gardener, and was always in the center buying something. She’d ask me about this and that (like I was an authority) One day, I finally confessed that I literally knew nothing about gardening and that the only reason I had the job was because I knew my way around the lawn mowers and gas powered equipment. . The one night stand thing never really works out for me--too many creeps or too many feelings. But all of my friends this semester were seeing someone else. I'd thought about buying a vibrator, but I never pulled the trigger. And my fingers could only do so much. I guess I was starting to feel it more than I thought."I just meant that I'm good at them," I said, trying to laugh it off. "Like, I know all the tricks."They laughed again."Yeah, so what are the tricks?" Ryan asked.I raised a curled. Three more men that I had not seen also came out and I smacked Jimmy on the side. Target Beta, the Taliban chief, was the last to exit the house.As Jimmy was rousing himself fully, I started looking at the guests and finally spotted Target Alpha. He and the Taliban chief kissed cheeks ritually and I centered the scope on Alpha's chest. Jimmy had gotten his scope up and was rattling off distance and wind numbers for me. This was not going to be an easy job and we knew it when we accepted it. One. He gasped and groaned, enjoying each hard thrust of my dick into his rectum. Hank was really turned on now, beating his meat like crazy as he watched me slide every single one of my thick inches up Tom’s hot, horny butthole. ‘That’s the way, Bill. Fuck the shit out of him. This k** just loves getting reamed. Bury it up his young, funky ass! The more you give him the more he craves it.’ ‘Uh huh! Slam it inside me, stud! God, I can’t believe how fuckin’ big you are. And how fuckin’ thick!’ I.