Back and forth. i could feel everyone starting to get really hot and my own cum felt like it wanted to erupt.After about 10 minutes of fucking me in b...th holes I could hear them start to moan. We were all breathing really hard and small groans were beginning to form.They were fucking me into oblivion. John's dick was so far down my throat I don't know how i handled it all without gagging and Dan's dick was pumping in and out my ass . I could feel his balls slapping my cheeks with every thrust.. I had missed too many clues in the past and it had cost Amy dearly; I was not falling for this one until I was sure. Time to do some research. However, something else she said interested me more now."Amy, you mentioned something about your Mom's job. Why would that be useful as a computer troubleshooter?"Amy looked back at me silently, giving me that classic Amy 'Who is this stupid two headed alien and what has he done with my Dad' look. Oh well, it was worth a try. I guess I was going to have. This is something I learned the hard way. My name is Bernard Lamont. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Toronto, Ontario. I’m a student at the University of Toronto, majoring in Criminal Justice. Oh, and I’m Bisexual. Life sucks these days. Seriously. Adaptation is something every living thing must do in order to survive. I’m adapting to life in Ontario after moving there from Brockton, Massachusetts. I’m just not sure survival is worth it out here. What do I mean. Dad shook my hand and whispered “If you ever hurt my little girl ... remember I have 40 acres out here ... and a shovel.” I looked him back in the eye and said “If I ever hurt Janet ... I will help you did the hole.” With that, he smiled and hit me on the shoulder. “Good answer, boy.”The wedding was small and emotional; small because neither one of us had much in the line of family. Emotional because we had written our own vows and well let’s just say, there was not a dry eye in the house by.