"You only get this smell when it's two men, Pete," I told him, still facing forwards with his cock buried halfway up my bum. "It must be something abo...t one guy's cock sliding in and out of another's backside. A mixture of our male pheromones, perhaps: the sweat from your cock mixing with the smell from my arse. With maybe a few whiffs from my own hard-on giving it that extra bite."He laughed at that and started fucking me again. "When you think about it like that," he said, his breath once. ‘What?’ ‘I need to inspect the vehicle, sir. I’m sorry if we are keeping you but there’s a girl out there who’s been taken from her family and I’m just trying to do my job and get her back in one piece.’ ‘You got a warrant?’ ‘No, but I can get one if you wish. Of course, then I’m going to be wondering why you’re throwing such a huge fit about letting us see the car and I might have that warrant extended to the house and it’s contents as well.’ Gabe let that sentence hang, waiting. ‘Fine. Go out. Phir ek din mein khali betha hua orkut pe betha wahan mujhe ek friend mila magar wo saala gay tha meine use uska no. mangaa usne apna no. diya . meine usse ladkiyon ke no. maanga usne kaafi ladkiyon ke no. diye magar koi bhi set nahi hui mein ek high profile married girl doond raha tha . magar ek ladki mili jiski age 30 years thi wo widow thi . high profile choodo wo apna or apne bete ka karcha job karke nikalti thi , ladki achhi thiMeri usse phone pe baat hoti rahi ek din usne mujhse bola use. She immersed herself in her job and her social circle ? hell, let's be honest, her clique at work. Iimmersed myself in building my business, which waslike two full-time jobs anyway.So after about a year of this, I started coming out ofthe fog. I realized that Diana wasn't going to evermake everything all right for me. That would be myjob.I began to respond to the Thrown Darts. For the moreovert ones, I would trot out the old chestnut fromschool: "That was uncalled-for." Diana would roll hereyes.