Lets just go get them together, I say. Naw man. Why not? Because Im too busy testing out the new couch, he says as he jumps onto our small, yet quite ...omfy two seater leather couch. Whatever, I say breathlessly. I head back down the three flights of stairs to my red, beat up, 1986 Honda Civic, where the last of our shit resides. As I struggle to hold the boxes and close the trunk, I hear a voice. Moving in? Now Im no poet or romantic of any sort, but the one word Id use to describe this voice. T. With the heavy-heavy hanging over their heads—as they saw it, anyway—they couldn't afford to make anything public; no more media stories. I was pretty sure they wouldn't even risk circulating privately along police channels, they'd be too worried I'd learn of it and publish their dirty little secrets, or at least some of them, as I'd threatened.I'd isolated them the same way they'd initially isolated me. Which suited me fine, it was what I'd intended.What we had was an old-fashioned Mexican. Tammy applyed a huge amount of lube and then layed under me and started to suck my cock. Brad steped up and slowly pushed his massive head in my ass. The lube helped a lot but fuck did it hurt bad. I came in Tammy's mouth but she didn't stop. Brad held still with just the head in for a long time. Tammy was stroking his cock as she sucked me. My head was spinning.Slowly at first Brad started to cut into me small strokes at first. Then deeper and deeper. My eyes were closed. I came again into. This time I didn't stop and it became deeper and deeper kisses. I had to stop after a while cause I didn't wanna get ahead of myself. This is the second time I've seen her so I didn't wanna go overboard. I remembered the first time I saw her, she said she liked her earlobes biten a bit and for me to blow in her ear. I did it then and she moaned super loud. I took advantage of that and started to do it. Only to hear her moan in my ear. I kept going and she kept moaning. I then moved my.