Then things changed. A black man moved into the house next door to ours. Maybe if he had moved in down the block, just maybe things would have worked ...ut differently. But our Deep South sensibilities were really offended by the idea of a black man living right next door. We tried to ignore him at first. But just the fact that he was living next door was a constant irritant. To make matters worse, he was separated or divorced and his two teenage sons were always spending weekends and holidays. I was happy to see they were interacting with my friends as well. Soon enough, they were down to their g-strings. One offered a lap dance to me. I just smiled and nodded. As one stripper entertained my friends, the other would dance for me, straddling my thighs and grinding down on them. About every 3 or 4 minutes, they swapped spots and resumed their routine. After about three time transitioning, they took a break and started talking to everyone. They still had on their g-strings, so I am sure. I intended to maximize that afternoon's delights.Since Mel was the domme and Tim the sub in their relationship, I'd decided that I would be slightly more dominant than Mel during our encounter. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to fuck both of them. I hadn't told them this but, from watching Mel while I showed them my cock, I was sure she wanted it up her pussy as much as she wanted to see her husband's ass stretched around it. Well, that was the hope. Even though I'd seen them on screen and. "Just in case," he whispered, hardly able to contain himself.Edwin took off his lab coat and folded it over a chair. Then he poured the20 cc into a second flask. "Like I said, bottom's up." He grabbed theflask and drank the liquid in one very quick gulp."G'yahch! That tastes absolutely awful." He desperately wanted to drinksomething -- anything -- to kill the taste, but anything he drank mightaffect what was going to happen.He sat down to wait.He didn't have to wait long.Edwin felt a sharp.