Victor slips up to the first man, Brett. “You’re always the first to be ready,” he says. “You want my ass, don’t you?” he giggles. Then Vi...tor kisses the man, caressing his erection lovingly.They have done this all before, both when he was Victoria and now that he his Victor. And it hasn’t just been as a group, but individually as well. Victor is so hot that they all want him to writhe beneath their thrusts and feel the spray of their excitement fill his ass and mouth. They had all fucked. "A tracking cookie. But it's bullshit! With the VPN and the othersecurity protocols I had in place there is no way they could trace usthat quick." His fingers were trembling as he ashed his cigarette."Now generally I'd say: there ain't anything here to worry about, but inthis instance, I'd be more inclined to say: there ain't nearly anythingto worry about. Now some might not think so; but there be a bigdifference between there ain't anything and there ain't nearly anything;you feel me?". Margie dusted off her flowery dress and Charlie again admired it’s simple attractiveness. Even though the dress was flowing in the gentle breeze and Margie’s hands were batting at it to knock off any sidewalk contamination, Charlie could still see her pleasant shape within that billowy dress…and it brought a rare smile to his face. ‘You sure you’re ok?’ he asked, still wondering why she wasn’t more upset at being rammed by a daydreaming idiot. ‘Yes, really, I’m ok. No harm done. But I am. And as he looked into her eyes, and saw how she stared back at him just a little unsteadily, it was obvious she’d already had more than one glass. ‘Come on,’ he said, ‘tell me the truth. How old are you?’ ‘I’m, uh, I’m eighteen,’ she said, crossing her arms as she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet. ‘And my aunt really is out all night. So what do you say, do you want to come over?’ He stared at her, still not completely convinced she was telling him the truth. She was young —.