It was the kind of neighborhood you see in those old-fashioned paintings, the ones by that fellow ... what was his name? I’ll have to Google it. Nor...an Rockwell. Yes, that guy.I wasted no time moving in, and it was after I got settled and began to check out the neighbors that I realized I had hit the jackpot.The place was crawling with men. Good looking, fit men, mostly Air Force types. Across the street, down the street and even on both sides of me.I already told you about my encounter with. He let a very primal sounding scream as he stuffed his cock as far down my throat as it would reach and took two more short, quick thrusts to finish firing his cum cannon and buried his cock all the way down my throat and held it there for what seemed an eternity while I struggled against his weight to try to breathe around Ken's massive tool. He just pushed harder, until he had my airways completely blocked and I passed out from lack of air.Things have never been the same since that day. Ken. ”“I have to admit, it definitely sounds odd,” he agreed.After dinner, the four girls dragged him upstairs and used him for their pleasure, which left him tired and drained, but happy. Tuesday night was another group grope, but Jack decided to spend some individual time with Sharley and Dakota Wednesday and Thursday nights. He called the Hilton and reserved the suite he was beginning to consider ‘his’ suite for both nights.Wednesday, Tina returned to work. She looked tired to Jack, but that. The children had never been of their feet all day and by bed time that night they were exhausted. As soon as their heads hit their pillows they were off to dream land.As we were coming down stairs from putting them to bed, Carole Ann complained about feeling stiff from all her exercise that day."That sounds like a good excuse for hitting the hot tub," I told her, "That should help ease our stiff muscles."She agreed and we headed to the changing area to put on our swim wear. Again I was in the.