It was two different guys. One I did it with, oh, probably fifteen or twenty times. He was the first guy. We made love.With the second guy, we fucked....Know the diff? It's easy. Making love is calm and orderly, fucking is not, it's disorderly. Messy, wild, out of control, crazy, hot. Fucking.Now, of the two, I generally prefer the latter. You might think that means I'm a slut. Well, I might be, it's hard to judge. I sure love to fuck. And, I most love to fuck Troy.Troy is the sixteen-year old. He called me up and asked me if I wanted to "come over." I happily obliged and went over to his apartment. He answered the door in a white robe but it wasn't tied in the front. He was like Chevy - LIKE A ROCK! He told me to come in and he walked into the back of his apartment to his bedroom and laid on the bed. He took his finger and motioned for me to come over to him. He removed his robe and started stroking his raging hard cock. He shook his head and looked down at his dick as if to say "go. "There are a lot of places we could find extra women. Trouble is, we're picky about who we marry. We want good Catholic, Italian brides for our men. Girls who were raised in the traditions of the cosche, and who, in turn, will raise their own children that way. Even on Earth the supply of such girls is short."Here is the offer: we give you, your wives, your male children, and your female children under fourteen a free ride to one of the planets like where Paul lives. You give us your unmarried. I tell you that it is a big bed big enough for the three of us Eventually the meal arrives. We eat Your had keeps straying to Julies legs Julie doesn’t stop you. At the end of the meal Julie excuses herself to go to the ladies and we sit and talk and I explain that I am giving Julie to you for whatever you want to get up to. Julie returns with a small bag and we go off to the room. In the room Julie explains that the bag contains her underwear which she has removed. She lays on.