It was probably just as well because I saw the two foot-soldiers finally emerge from the dirty old Volvo and start to walk across the bridge.I gathere... up the two girls who were still talking non-stop to each other in Italian and headed to the rear exit and Harold's waiting car which he had generously loaned to me for the day after I twisted his arm and given him a wad of Euros. I sped off down the narrow street beside the adjoining canal seeing the two strong-arm guys emerging out of the café. He stood between his brothers legs, which were now locked loosely around his. He could feel the smooth leather of Myrians tight pants against the roughness of his own jeans, and his bare chest against his own bare chest as he leaned in even closer to him. Sit, Myrian said softly, pulling on the waistband of Erics jeans so he almost fell forward. Eric straddled his brother, feeling small and awkward at first, but after a moment he remembered how good it felt to be this close to him again. Good. In fact, maybe there's nobody alive hasn't heard of it when they're still a child:"Once upon a time, there were men and women on Earth. The men, with their natural strength, ruled over the women. Unfortunately, the men were born with an insatiable desire: conquering. In many centuries they created weapons and fought each other. Countless lives have lost in the war. God saw all of this and disappointed. God secretly chose a man and gave him powers, along with the mission to end all wars.. She moved Steve in front of me and smiled.My eyes traveled slowly over Steve’s hard athletic body. He looked much different than his Italian friend. He was tall and lean with taut rippled muscles. His body was more pale than Gianni’s and unshaven but he wasn’t naturally hairy. His cock was longer but thinner than the one which had just filled my mouth and he was circumsized with a fat bulbous head that I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around.“Suck it slut,” my wife hissed loudly. I could hear.