” “You need to buy your own suit. You have plenty of money.” “Christ, the wedding’s this weekend. The rehearsal dinner is tomorrow night!�...� “Dude, no.” “Denny?” “Forget it.” “Jesus! Why?” “Why? Because the last time I lent you a suit you brought it back completely balled up, with massive white stains all over the pants,” hissed Dennis. “The cleaner said there was dried semen in the cuffs. Semen. In the cuffs. What the fuck, Roger?” “I still say that couldn’t all have been mine.” “That. "These guys are good!" Paul began, borrowing, probably inadvertently, the slogan of the Professional Golfers' Association. "They're not just good. They're better than us."I figured Paul had said that for its shock value. --Maybe we were supposed to all jump up and holler "No! No!"But nobody hollered. Facts were facts."They're whipping us, and that shouldn't surprise anybody, because they've won 120 games this year..." One hundred twenty?" I thought. Oh -- yeah. --He's counting the post-season,. " He looked at me and said: "You up for a threesum, I'll fuck you while you fuck her!"I smiled and said: Oh Yeah! That sounds great to me!"Needless to say we spent the next hour and a half having a wild anything goes threesum! We went to my bedroom and got naked, he had a nice, thick, smooth 8 inch cock, with very big balls, her smooth hairless pussy was wet and ready for action.. She wanted to watch him fuck me for a few minutes before I fucked her so I got on my hands and knees and handed her. Replays of the day before played in my head. I could not believe that I was so lucky to find Sasha. I suddenly was glad that I had gotten injured by her. It gave her an excuse to bring me back to her house. Sasha shifted in the bed next to me and then sat up. She looked at me and smiled the most beautiful smile that I have ever seen. I moved closer to her and kissed her. Sasha closed her eyes and deepened the kiss. Her cool tongue caressed mine and I could take no more. I pulled Sasha's shirt.