As he was sandwiched inbetween the two men they began fucking in even andcorodinated strokes while his uncle began tongue fucking his mouth.He heard h...m whispered,"Spit in my mouth Mark,I loved the taste of you boy."Mark worked up saliva and began to spew it in his uncles mouth as the bigdicks continued to tear his young ass up.Then as if on cue,both men beganunloading their cream inside his ass,Mark could feel some of it dripping outand falling on his legs.When both dicks had left his ass his. "When he was completely outside, I instructed him to move away from it and get over by the barn. "So just who the hell are you, and what are you doing here and what the fuck is that thing you were in?"When he began to answer my question, I figured he was some sort of Looney tune standing before me, and my first instinct was to call the sheriff. I told him to move up to the deck, and if he made and wrong moves his ass would be full of double aught buck. All the way towards the house he pleaded. Take it easy, okay?" Whatever, man," he said. "I'll be fine."I shook my head as I watched him go. In spite of everything he'd just been through, and the fine he griped was going to cramp his "style," I had no doubt I'd see him again. I wasn't looking forward to it at all.I didn't see any more of Sandra that day, although I did find out a little bit more about whatever it was she had called out to me after lunch. When I got home that night, I flipped through my rolodex (yes, some people still. John approached him, and inquired if he spoke the courtly language. The weapon seller did, being of upper class Imperial stock. John drew him out, bought him a drink, and he was soon pouring out his maudlin tale into John's sympathetic ear. John nodded sympathetically when he had finished and told the trader that he knew the value of such goods, but he already had as many as he could use, placing his sword and knife on the table.John asked just how much stock was he stuck with? The distraught.