I am desperate to get laid and I can't think of anyone who I would want to get laid by more than you and Alan. God my pussy is wet already."I was amaz...d at the way Jan was speaking, it was a side of her I had never seen, but I liked it. Alan returned a moment later dressed in a gown, grinning he dimmed the lights and started the video. We watched the video for a few minutes; I must admit that I was more aware of Jan beside me than of what was happening on screen. Shortly after the video started. She smiled and allowed me to remove her robe, letting it fall to the floor. She reached for my belt, pulling my jeans down followed by my boxers, allowing her to stroke my already hard cock. She ran her hand up and down the full length, touching the pre cum which was already dribbling from the tip as I gently ran my fingers over her breasts, stroking her nipples, making them hard. She turned her back to me and bent over the bed, her legs open, looking back over her shoulder at me. The other. Unfortunately, one of my ventures that related to the lease-buyback of late model cars brought me to the attention of the Detroit goons that had recently started to filter into the area due to a failing economic system in the north. I was shipping them off to my old outfit in New York City for their insurance scam in that chaotic market. They were making oodles of cash, but I was just doing it as a favor for some old friends. Of course, the Feds had no idea I was fueling income for the mob back. "There is no way you could turn Daryl," Gwen said. "He hates gay people, calls them immoral." "Those are my favourite guys to turn," I said, knowing through experience that more times than not the more homophobic a guy, the more likely he was hiding insecurities about feelings he was having about other men. "No way," Gwen adamantly said, clearly not thinking it was possible. I laughed, "Trust me. All guys are just the opportunity away from being cocksuckers." "No way?" Gwen said, stopping.