I prepared the drinks and taking the delivery docket from the art dealer, I spread it out on the table in front of her."I don't mean anything by askin... you this but do you know this art dealer?" Paul what are you thinking, I had nothing to do with this, I don't own any art works," and looking down she read the delivery docket, "and I don't know this gallery!" The man I deal with is Arthur Symonds do you know him?" Paul please stop. I told you I don't know anyone in the art world. The only. It was hot in that barn in more ways than one.Lisa and I retreated out the back and silently headed for the apple and peach orchard where we sat under a tree and discussed what had just happened. By this time I was less engorged and more interested in what sis thought of all this. I asked "Do you think that was their first time together?"Lisa, always analytical, "I don't know much about this stuff but that was definitely not their first time. That looked like the result of years of practice.. But I soon shed all inhibitions, and took turns sucking both cocks like my life depended on it. In between I tried to stroke my own with my free hand. Manu and Raj did not try to gag me either. I stopped when my mouth started to ache."So who do you wanna get fucked by first?" Raj asked. I was a little apprehensive of the pain, so I chose him since his cock was thinner. "lets get to work then." I lay on my side, while Raj and Manu gently caressed my body, squeezed and sucked my nipples and. Though, back in those days, that was the easy, convenient excuse used by any boy towards any girl who refused to share her charms with the male population. As in, ‘I coulda fucked her, man, but she told me she has a boyfriend at home.’ A loser’s lament, told by one who had a busy post-date self-flagellation session with Mr. Willie Blue Balls. I, too, was on the short end of the stick when it came to taking my own throws with Regan. I had convinced her to go to a few frat parties with me, and.