"I do." she said smiling deep into her soon to be husband's eyes.The minister then turned to Reginald, "And do you, Reginald William Baker-Green, take...this woman, Debbie Louise Parry, to be your lawfully wedded wife?"Reginald looked into his smiling fiancé's eyes. The Earl of a town should have a pretty yet respectable wife and Debbie fit the bill. She was well spoken and would fit right in at the monthly wine banquets and as hostess at the County Fayre. She was the perfect wife for. A brief flashback to the night before with his two buddies, both in their early forties, seeing a commercial on TV for 'you got what it takes to be a One Hit Wonder?' and a pitch for old garage bands to send in whatever original material they had that they thought could have made a hit. They laughed about their days as a high school band, and continue with the poker game, and one says 'but you know, that song of Steve's wasn't too shabby. Steve shrugs. Scene fades to garage being cleaned out. He paused for a moment, then held my head tight and pushed his finger further inside me. I cried out, "wait, wait, stop" and tapped him on the back with my hands. Suddenly the pain subsided and was replaced with a feeling of being full. He slowly moved his thick finger in and out of me and I began to relax. Next thing I know, Jon turned me around to face the shower wall. He placed his left hand on my shoulder and neck and squeezed. His right hand guided his hard cock towards my hole. I felt. After several weeks of my 2nd story incident, I got the chance again to do gay sex again and suck aged man’s cocks as I like aged man most. It happened on 15 December evening. From manjam, I found an Indian man who came Dhaka for few days only for business and stays in a hotel in Farmgate, Dhaka. His name was Abhijeet (Abhi) and he was 38yrs old, black body, Hindu. I met with him at evening after 7pm at Farmgate. Then he took me to hotel where he stayed. When I entered room, I found another.