I was right, bruises were forming. They’d show up more tomorrow. After I cleaned up the mess, I called the sick line at work. I wouldn’t be in tom...rrow, I told the voicemail. I have a stomach bug. Then I went to bed. Tomorrow, I had to pack up my things and get the hell out of here. Chapter 1 Two years later ‘You should come out to the Edison tonight!’ My coworker, Lizett, was perched on my desk. ‘My cousin’s jazz band is playing there tonight. They’re really good.’ ‘I don’t know, Liz…’ The. Would she agreeto this? How far would she go? Was it just going to be hot talk endingwith them fucking wildly again, or would she agree?Kris began to moan, making slight thrusting motions with her hips. Jeffknew she was getting turned on.“Would you like to lick a woman’s pussy or to have one of the women eatyour pussy?” he asked as his finger grazed over her ass cheeks.“How many do you think you could handle?” he questioned as his fingerslipped between her thighs.Kris gasped at his touch and. "Do you have to train hard for wrestling?" He went on to explain what he did every day. "Wow! I don't think I could do that." Do you watch the olympics," he asked. When they said they did, he asked if they knew the names of any gymnasts or swimmers or skaters. Then, he tried to describe how hard those girls trained. They had comments on how unfairly so and so had been treated by the judges and who should have won particular events."You both look athletic. Are you in any sports at school?" That. Once I saw John and Tom’s big thick cocks fully erected with their wide heads and big balls dangling loosely in their sacks—well, I’ve had this itch to be fucked by something bigger than what Jimmy has to offer. There have been more times than one while Jimmy was fucking me that I have been fantasizing, first about Tom, then about John. For some reason, I can’t get that mental image out of my mind—their big thick cocks sliding in and out of my pussy, hitting all the right pleasure spots and not.