..not complaining just gagged. Jim pulledback a bit, and just fucked, rocking back and forth as his beet-red hardcock rode over Mike's tongue and int... his throat. "God, I need to come",thought Jim.The blow job was great but Jim needed to fuck Mike's ass. Needed, notwanted. The need had been so great for the last week that Jim foundhimself lying awake in his bed at night, literally. Never had heexperienced such a need. He found that Mike had already opened his pantsand so he just pushed. "I'll go through and look around. Remember, give me tenminutes, and then open the gate. If I'm not there waiting, close itand wait an hour. Open the gate at the top of every hour for thenext six hours. If I don't show up, I think you need to travel toone of the witch villages and ask for help." I know the plan. I don't like it, but I understand."It was eight a.m. We'd not heard from either Vivian or Hazel. Istepped into the dark and waited for the gate to wink out. Abruptly,the darkness. ” I glanced off-stage to where my young wife, Sharron, watched. I motioned to her.Her blue eyes blinked. She pulled her fingers out of her mouth—she was sucking my futa-cum off of them she was scooping out of her pussy—and strolled forward. Her strawberry-blonde hair bounced about her shoulders as she strutted onto stage while the cameras were streaming the interview. The previous times were during the commercial breaks.“So,” I said, “you all know my lovely bride.”A loud cheer erupted from the. " I admitted."Want wanking off then?" she asked as matter of factually as if she were asking if I wanted a cigarette.If I had had this scenario suggested to me to me I would have probably said I would have run a mile, but instead I said yes.I sheepishly undid my grey school trousers and then slid trousers and Y fronts down to just above my knees, my cock sprang out, despite being as nervous as hell, like an iron bar at the prospect of being touched by a girl for the first time. Vicky threw down.