Mercedes had retired from touring after an ankle injury, and a lengthy recovery. The injury was severe enough so that while the injury did heal, the a...kle was never again going to be strong enough to withstand the constant stress of on-stage dancing plus the enormous number of hours of practice. So now she taught, and she was having a great time doing it.I was absentmindedly watching departing passengers down the long concourse checking in for their flights and wondering why all, or at least. Tears of pain stream down my face as Steve rammed his huge dick in and out my anus as many times as he could. I was now regretting having put myself in this position of wanting dick, but the poppers were working and I did not want Steve to stop. I did not noticed that Steve had taken a couple of deep hits and was also under the control of the poppers also. The bed groaned and squeaked as Steve bounced me off the mattress my lower body was convulsing on it's on from the painful beating it was. We were again lip kissing each other and she was squeezing my cock from above the shortsI again moved down and took her one nipple in my mouth and pulled the removed the top of her body. She was shocked and her hand moved from my cock to my stomach and her nails dug in the skin on my stomach. I on her butts and held her butts, same time she slid her hand inside my shorts and cupped my balls. I moved to the other pink spot on her breast. Her nipples were tight and cold. I never enjoyed so much. After finding one, I turned around. Spencer was climbing into my bed, wearing only boxers as usual. I silently cursed to myself, as the sight of his shirtless always made me wet. I climbed in to the left of him. I rolled over on my back and looked at the ceiling. “I’m going to miss you,” I said sadly. “I’ll miss you too… I can’t imagine not seeing your pretty face every day.” “Pretty face? That’s funny…” “What? I’m being serious!” I was puzzled, “You’ve never called me pretty, ever, Spence.”.