The guy looked up, and our eyes met. He looked vaguely familiar, though I couldn’t place him. He smiled and waved, so I waved back. Just as I turned...away I remembered where I had seen him - he was the guy who looked me over as I was walking out of the shower the day before. Automatically I turned back. He was still looking at me. He glanced over his shoulder, then pointed at his wrist and held up four fingers. I stared at him for a second, puzzled, then turned and walked off.What was all that. For someone so young he was a big guy. He looked even younger than Harvy had when they first met. The only glaring exception was his size and colour. He stood at nearly 7 feet, and his body was covered from head to toe in rippling bulging muscles. He had a head of short white hair which contrasted significantly with his dark skin. Most interesting was his fire red eyes. He constantly looked like he was holding back his anger at ... well, pretty much everything.His first opponent was a young man. She had experience resurrecting the dead.Such training started with her landlord. She loved the man and hated his loneliness. Within weeks after occupying the apartment, she seduced him. He acted stern with her once she had his penis available to suck, refusing any exchange of favors. She laughed and stuck her tongue at him and told him not to be mean and began working on his lax flesh with that very tongue and her lips and her fist. She had never encountered the situation. His breathing. I had experienced anal sex with my husband, usually reserved for special occasions, but seeing these women being defiled so blatantly and wantonly aroused me more than I thought possible. My imagination ran riot at this point, visualizing myself experiencing one hard cock in my cunt and another bigger, harder cock sliding in and out of my asshole.I looked my husband directly in the eye and smiled confidently.“If we’re to do this, I want to be fucked by three guys!” I said brazenly, making him.