He assumed he had strayed over the line. ‘I know you beat off…where is it?’ ‘What?’ ‘Where’s your petroleum jelly…isn’t that what yo... use?’ ‘Uh, huh. It’s under the mattress.’ ‘Get it.’ He did as he had been asked. ‘I’ve never done it before, David…a finger…sure…if you want to…you’re not too grossed out…you can put it in there…but for Christ’s sake use a lot of that stuff…inside me…and on your dick.’ David found the process of shoving ample fingers full of petrolatum up inside Terry’s tight. Her warm lips kissing mine and her tongue pushing my lips apart, it was a full on kiss off her“I’m so excited,” Julia said as her hands fondled the front of my jeans then we kissed again, her hand undoing my button and zip as she feed her hand inside my boxers,“Fuck that’s not small is it, Bill was wrong about that”Both hands pulled my jeans and boxers down in one go as she squatted down, my six inch but thick cock looked her in the eye. Her hand gripping the shaft as she feed it in to her. “She’ll take the crêpes,” he poured a splash of cream in his coffee.Our traitorous waiter beamed, “Oui Monsieur. And yourself?”He gave his order and dismissed Sébastien, who trotted back to the kitchen looking entirely too pleased with himself. Mr. Caine stirred his coffee with a steel spoon. I watched the cream swirl, feeling my insides churn in tandem.Is this really happening? I swallowed. Do I really have to eat with him? He raised the steaming mug to his mouth. Those lips. A quiver slipped. And when they wake up ,they won’t remember a thing." Hehe, so does that mean everyone here is going to take things up a little further?", Blitz asked, giving Henry a mischievous grin and a wink."Blitz, where the hell are you going by that?", asked Henry feeling confused."Was thinking we could all plow their asses too, ya know. Don’t want them to be as worthless as tits on a boar hog", Blitz said."Seriously Blitz?! We're tough gays, not desperate ones. You know damn well we're not poisoning our.