He was, for lack of a better term, skullfucking our beloved Gina. I always thought that throat fucking was for those girls who didnt know good cock s...cking. An expert with great cock sucking skills like Gina should be allowed to service the cock with her lips and tongue, not used like some blowup fuck doll. Gina, cum-seeking trouper that she is, was struggling to take all the cock. The sounds of her gagging and choking filled the cabin of the small plane. But, I have to admit, I was enjoying. I expected that might not satisfy Eva ... but it was all she was going to get.“Tyke,” Eva said, “I realize you’re four years old. I also realize that, just like your Dad and Aunt’s that Four is a number that has no relationship to you except size. We don’t have your Daddy ... well ... The organization that is known as Crossroads has confessed that an effort was made to send him home after he performed his duty by the Damsel ... he was sent out the portal and it’s not our fault he didn’t. I drug my eyes across his shirt to wipe away the wetness and pulled back. Ean let go his grip and stood still silently waiting on me. I wanted to take his hand and walk with him down the hallway to the living room but I didn’t want Montana to see me holding it. I didn’t want to intimidate her. I needed her to help Ean. I walked on alone. Ean casually followed.The pizzas arrived and because Montana and Bentlee couldn’t agree on one of our movies, we ended up just talking randomly as we ate. I. I will call him Lorence. He was of middle eastern descent. Olive skin and curly hair.My next set of experiences, after Eric who was in pages 2 and 3, was with another middle eastern man.He called himself Mike. Somehow, I found an ad he had placed in a newspaper somewhere. He was offering man to man massages. I was now just out of H.S. and it had been a year or two since Eric moved away. As much as I tried to resist my desires for other men, I longed for another experience. I phoned Mike and he.