He felt sad but didn’t know why. It didn’t make sense. He wanted Damien so bad, that’s why he was feeling like this. He knew he could never ever...have him like he wanted him. But for now, there was just the two of them naked in the changing rooms and their cocks were rock solid and it was good. No, it was fucking awesome.Just hearing Damien say those words.“Come on, mate. You can have me.”Damien let him do whatever he wanted.Kurt touched and felt Damien’s naked body all over. He wanted to touch. I sat at the kitchen table and began to write a text to Alison but as I did I heard the front door open, she immediately dashed into the downstairs loo. I overheard the splash as she emptied her obviously full bladder and then the long sigh of relief that followed it. My cock stiffened. Why did it do that? I quietly closed closed the kitchen door as the toilet flushed not wanting her to know what I had witnessed and called out, "Alison!" "Pete!" She walked into the kitchen throwing her jacket. That voice was hypnotic. “But….I….please…?!” I stammered trying to get coherent words out and untangle his hands from my hair. He simply shook me, pulling my neck back, spinning me around so he could growl into my ear. “SHUT. UP. Be good. Sort out me and Jimmy like a good girl, and we’ll send you on your way.” Inhaling deeply to try and stem the flow of tears streaming down my face, I ran through my options. Shouting was pointless there was no one around. I couldn’t escape. I didn’t want to get. They were her favorite part of her body. Her face was round with deep blue eyes and dark red hair. They lived in Miami so it would be un-American for her not to have even the slightest tan. Her ass was by all means, perfect, is wasn't too big for her shape, rounded, and protruded enough for it to turn heads when she went to the beach. Once she was done admiring the goddesses image that is her body, the water was at the right temperature. She stepped in and closed the (cute!) clear shower.