He was also heavier than Owen by maybe 20 pounds. His hair and short beard were white, and he had gray eyes.“Good afternoon, sir.”“Good afternoo..., Grace O’Malley. Are you ready to be married, and is this your own decision?” the minister asked in a pleasant but gravelly voice.“Oh yes sir. Owen and I have been ready to be married for some time now, we just didn’t know where to go to have a quiet ceremony, since the people here think that we’re already married,” I explained to him.“Yes, that’s. From our vantage point on the lawn we could see the silhouettes of our wives, naked on the bed, exploring each others bodies. We watched as each woman took a turn to explore the other’s pussy with tongue and finger. We were certain that they knew we were watching and put on quite a show with lots of squealing and writhing. After a while, Steve got frustrated and decided to leave and headed for home. Shortly after his departure I was summoned into the room and asked to photograph the two. Just maybe...She pushed a button and Alpha One came in."Yeah?" he said. It aggravated her that he didn't maintain proper respect and discipline, but he was her best agent. He was almost clairvoyant in his ability to guess where a target was going to be, once he was in a tactical situation. Almost. He was also the only person who'd actually seen the Gold Target, the man who was to be her next 'source'.The man in her basement medical suite – or torture suite, if you must be crude about it – had. Steve and I was so stoned and carried away in passionate licentiousness, we did not even react as another pair of lips joined our enthusiastic kiss. When I did open my eyes it was too late, Steve brother Bobby had sneaked in and was now part of our embrace. Steve continued to grind his fuck tool deep into my butt as Bobby sucked passionately on my tongue. Steve stiffened and I could feel his cock as he erupted and emptied his baby making fluid into my anal cavity. I was still laying on my.