I got bored real fast. Not normally being a good conversationalist, those people next to me that tried to start one found my answers short and to the ...oint. They may have also gotten the fact that I didn't want to be here. I'm not much for hiding my true feelings.As was often the case, when I get bored I start to make fantasies up in my head. It comes from my childhood and teen years, and has been both a bane and a benefit over time.So, seated across from me, Marnie watched the podium and made. Walking back in my front door I tell Ronda that he is going to shower then come over.Suggesting that she get in the shower and come out with just a towel on, say hello and ask him what he wanted her to put on. Agreeing with me my wife strips down and saunters into the bathroom. After a few minutes I hear her get in the shower and call out for me to let her know when he arrives.Hearing his knock on the door I tap on the bathroom door telling her he had arrived, then go to the door and greet our. If I remember right they called the big boy Henry, (I am not sure but what the heck.) Henry had me lay down and told Bill lick me as they took pictures. Then he had Bill stop long enough and move out of the way so he could put his cock in me first. That day I did all the boys real quick. I mean they would put their dick's in me, make a few pumps and shoot their stuff in me, jump off and another boy got right back inside of me. It was all real quick and I think I only climaxed maybe 3-4 times. , I’d like to talk to you. Would it be okay if I come to see you tomorrow afternoon?”“This is your home. You can come any time you want. You can come in the morning if you want.”Thinking about the next morning got another laugh out of me, but this was a bitter one.“Caryn, tomorrow morning I’ll be sick and bitter and should be declared hazardous waste. But if it’s okay with you, I’ll come to see you in the afternoon.”“Of course that’s okay.”“Thank you, Caryn, I’ve missed you.”Just where in hell.