I ain’t gay at all.”I’m like, “Yeah you are, and I’ll prove it to you.”He goes, “Fine. Prove it.”I’m like, “Alright. Do you like p...rn?”He goes, “Yeah, I love porn. You know that.”I’m like, “Do you only watch scenes with two women together?”“No, I watch a man and a woman making love.”“Do you like the guy to have a small, half-flaccid penis?”He goes, “No, I like big, hard, throbbing cocks.”“Why are you a vegetarian?” I asked him. And it wasn’t even because meat is bad for you.He said that. Slurp, slurp, slurp. My wife gave him some serious head, he held her mouth over his cock and applied pressure to the back of her head every once in a while as I could hear her gag. I couldn't imagine this was my wife. She enjoyed sex, trying different things, but she was acting like a wanton whore for my old college pal."Your ass is amazing..." Tim rubbed her asshole with his free hand as he held her hair and pressed her mouth down to his crotch."We have to try it, baby." I wasn't sure what he. It was the end of Feb and there was a little chill in the air. I had booked a ticket in the chair car of a train. It was a morning 6 hr journey. Anyways I reached station about 30 mins before the train was supposed to leave and killed my time by having tea and reading the paper at the station. of course, I ogled at the ladies/girls traveling. I had decided to buy a novel thinking like always it’s going to get difficult to kill time on the train and the novel is going to be my only savior.I kept. The only payment he’d take was me taking him and his family to Disneyland for the day. He has two lovely little girls. Did he say when his colleagues would be likely to ring you?”“Not before tomorrow evening,” she said.We finished our coffee and took the lift upstairs to our suite, where she opted to watch TV while I retired to my room to do some schoolwork.It was a couple of hours later when there was a knock at my bedroom door, and she popped her head inside.“I’m going to bed now,” she said,.