Especially if you’re letting me screw your gorgeous Latin wife,” I reassured Ryan, quite eager to take Brenda Thorne as my plaything and use her, ...ust not love her as I did Satya.“But she remains, legally, my wife, right? I’m not Gautam. I wouldn’t do to Brenda what he did to Satya, not in a million years. That’s sick, what he did, and she’s lucky that you’re a better man than he is,” Ryan spoke up, just to clarify that he didn’t wish to legally turn his wife over to me in the same way that. Some were pumping their dicks, some even making out. Corny didn't seem too surprised-but Orla and I were. "Oh, shit," Orla said. "Damn those sexy boys." "Tell me about it," Corny sighed. "Sometimes I wish I ain't lesbian." Guys immediately turned to our attention. Some gaped, and gay guys just rolled their eyes. "So, me, Orla, and Lily are having some fun...who wants to come？ If any of you guys are interested, go to our dorm." Corny was confident. Sure enough, boys immediately packed up and. "Damnation! What does the tickets cost?" I asked."They are very expensive and his performing space station is huge. Nearly half a million people attend per show," he said."I think I'm beginning to understand. Can't they hire someone else?" I asked."They have never tried before, but there have been some rumors they are anxiously awaiting Mick Jagger's death and intend to do a snatch and repair if they can possibly arrange it," he said."If it's as important to them as you say I don't think. I was lifted off the ground at a certain point, so my legs were dangling above the ground and he was leaning into me with all his weight. Once again as I thought I was going to cum; he slowed, and then stopped, panting. I looked back at him and realized he was savoring the look of me there leaned over the couch with his cock inside my ass. He slid his pulsing member out of me, and my asshole closed ever so slowly. I straightened off of the couch then I grasped his dick, facing him and looking.