”She took her robe into the shower and came out, washed and mostly dried in five minutes.C: “So where do we start?”G: “The bomb. If they are g...ing to smuggle a nuclear bomb into South Africa, it has to come by ship. That could be from Casablanca or Rabat or Tunis. Though ... they are too difficult; they’d have to smuggle it in from whatever their real source is before they could trans-ship to South Africa. The government is unfriendly in Morocco and Tunisia. Algiers is a possibility, but where. All were married, and like me, all were wearing their wedding bands as they used my married sissy faggot body.NO condoms, and they didn’t fucking care, not one of them. There were times where I was sure... I hope this isn’t too bad... but there’s no other way to describe it... there were times these three men were r****g me. Once one of them actually uttered that word, I lost it. I was in a daze and took anything and everything they wanted. I was a married sissy faggot slut, and they were going. She straitened up and looked up at the house and she remembered the last time she came home from a date. It was little over two weeks ago and she hadnt called to warn her little darlings that she was on her way home. It was early on a Saturday morning and the date wasnt all that enjoyable and nowhere near what last nights date was like. So she wasnt in a real good mood at the time. She just eased the T-Bird silently up the drive and stopped just outside the garage. She got out and walked. ‘Yeah Tommy, that’s it…I’m gonna…’ With that he grabbed his cock with his right hand, taking over as I pulled my mouth away. I had just enough time to lean back in the chair before the jizz began to fly. ‘Cum on my cock, Andy.’ I directed, loosing my shaft from my grip. I presented the target to my gasping friend, my bloated throbbing hardon. With long determined strokes Andy stood between my spread legs and pumped out his load, the first thick spurt hitting my naked chest and belly. Just as I.