Funny how the brain can justify actions to suit your emotionally guilt ridden needs. Actually I had done a little more than just touch a cock. It was ...t a conference in Manchester. I had met up with her friend Robins husband Richard purely by accident. We were at two separate conferences in the city. Manchester United was playing a German club in a European final and the city had been fully booked by away fans. Richard and I were lucky to find a double room to share. We had a meal and probably. His ass had that kind of magnetic pull on the rest of his body.“Lube him up with some cooking oil, Aunt Tessa,” I smiled at my auntie, who winked at me as she obeyed me.“Okay, I’ll ease up on him for now, but one wrong move, and he will know that Vader grip again, do you get me?” I warned the agents before telling Aunt Tessa, “spread his cheeks apart. That’s good. Now, Aunt Tessa, lube Agent Neck over there up. Agent Rash, I own your dick now. Fuck him in the ass! Don’t be gentle, either.. We were not told where we were going as we started sailing south down the coast of the Americas and through the Panama Canal. They were all kinds of rumors aboard ship. The most popular one was we were going to New Orleans to back up the National Guard who was dealing with a riot. What was actually happening was, we were headed to meet the Russian ships at the blockade during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Due to the heat and cramped quarters, tempers flared and fights were common. You can’t crowd. The Russian turned to me and winked. “Are you ready?” she said.I was.Together they moved down and pressed themselves between my thighs. They were close together, with their tits touching. I could see my girlfriend rubbing her cunt on the Russian's thigh. They grabbed my cock and attacked it from both sides. One would lick the shaft while the other sucked the head. They would meet at the top and share a wet, sensual kiss, then run their lips back down to my balls. Sometimes I would look down and.