Contrary to expectations—mine, anyway, the sky was strangely light. Boiling black thunderheads almost completely darkened perhaps two thirds of sky�...�the two thirds in front of and immediately around me–but the cloud cover directly to my rear was minimal and a fair amount of ambient illumination still was still present. This created stark, strange variations in luminosity that somehow made every detail of my surroundings ‘pop.’ I felt like I had walked onto one of Frank Miller’s chiaroscuro. "I've been thinking about you."Laura smiled. "I think about you sometimes too."He nodded and grinned. "Promise you won't be shocked if I tell you what I've been thinking." I'm not easily shocked, you know." I was thinking about you, me, and my wife Camille. Together."Laura's eyes widened. Could she believe her ears? She gulped softly. God, I thought of it too! she remembered."How does she feel about that?" she asked evenly."She doesn't know. I didn't ask her. How do you feel about it?"Laura. I could see through his sweats that he wasn't wearing underwear and you could see his pants bulge.He started to make his cock bounce and we laughed and giggled. I made my cock hard and I did the same thing. He felt my cock through my pants and started to rub it slow acting as if it was accidental. He asked me. "Does that feel good?" I told him "Yeah, Brian it does."He started to pull down my pants and boxers and was staring at my pulsing cock.He told me that if we were going to do it. We had to. He whimpered and stroked my hair. Then he spurted three or four wads of jizz. "Thanks, sweetcakes. You serve the best meals." I quipped and he groaned.Since he was on his back again. I spread his legs and began licking his nuts and asshole. His hole was red and puffy - like it had been used non-stop for four hours or so. It was stretched out, but I knew that after another few minutes it would constrict again.Oddly - or maybe sickly - I was beginning to recognize the boys from their assholes..