She sat up. dug though the box, and took out another packet. "Have a look at these," she said. The top photo was of her standing in the same dress in ...er hotel room, but the remainder were a series of her doing a slow and sensual strip. I quickly looked throught them to find the others were of Cheryl doing the same. "We were a bit tipsy, and decided to do some glamour shots of each other," she said. Cheryl was wearing a light pink satin bra, nude pantyhose, and a matching pink satin panty under. "Will's dad had won fifty thousand dollars on a lottery ticket he'd bought at a gas station on the way home from work three days before Will's twelfth birthday. Ed Liebkind had decided on the spot that a wife and two sons were too much of a weight around his neck, filled up the family's Dodge Dart, and then headed south to Key West. At the time, nobody had known where he'd gone, of course, and it was only after his dad contacted Will after reading about the Nobel prize and its attendant. It’s a capture from roughly two months ago. There,” he said, pointing to a faint streak near the top left corner of the page. “Can you see that?” Philon, Pothos, and Kahlia leaned closer, each of them squinting over the page. It looked like a milky smudge with a dot of slightly more substantial white on the leading edge. “It’s looks too small to be the same kind of vessel that brought us here,” Philon pointed out. Rhys nodded. “You’re right, but I do think it’s a Valentinian craft. I think,” he. I’ve always thought about having sex with a guy, but they were just that, thoughts. Now my best friend was fucking my asshole. “Oh Jack, that feels so good dude. Oh fuck yea!” “Ryan, I am going to come into your ass. Oh fuck here it comes.” Jack shot his hot cream up my ass. What really shocked me was, he got on his knees and licked my ass. He was eating his own come. I couldn’t believe he was doing that. It really turned me on. “Ryan I want you to fuck my ass now. I fucked you. Now you.