We talked to each other too during the car trip, but we restrained our conversation a bit. Our parents were within earshot. We weren’t talking about...romantic stuff in those days, but, well, we were teenagers. We didn’t tell our parents everything. It was 1983, not Leave It to Beaver.The scenery through the foothills of the Catskills was nice but got more boring as we got closer to Buffalo. It was early in the morning and the colors of the sunrise were truly beautiful. When we got to the airport. He loves to have us come into the kennel with him and rub him down.One night we were up at the shelter rather late. It was middle of the summer and the night was hot and humid so we were wearing as little as possible to stay cool. We were sitting around trying to dry off after washing out the kennel floor. We always get soaked from the splashing hoses. One of the girls brought out a bottle of bourbon. I did not know this but bourbon is the fashionable alcohol to drink now. I had not had any. I said, “What the fuck, Trey?”He replied, “I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you standing in the doorway when I got here.”Still lying on my side, I looked back over my shoulder, and said, “Brett would be crushed if he knew about this.”With a stupid grin on his face, Trey said, “So, let’s not tell him.”“Well, we can’t do this again,” I said with a plea in my voice.His shit-eating grin got larger as he said, “We’ll see.”I was amazed that even though Trey’s cock had softened, it was still. ‘Come on, Tommy, stop teasing back there and put that thing in me. I want your cock so far in me that it’s coming out my throat. Damn it, Tommy, fuck me now!’ Almost as if it was choreographed the two men pushed their hard cocks into the dripping cunts before them at nearly the same time. ‘Ahhhhh, you’re splitting me.’ Cried Ashleigh. ‘Oh God, you’re hurting, it’s so big.’ Sharon moaned. In almost the next breath, both women begged for the fucking to continue harder and faster. ‘Yes, Teddy,.