The bartender told me that one of the men was sitting at a table to one side of the room, and he had said that he was expecting the rest of his pals t... show up before long.I took a beer, Mexican this time because I had drunk all of that mule piss that I could stomach, and sat down in a chair to one side of the room to watch the man waiting for his friends. It was nearly an hour later that four more men sat down at the table with the man I was watching. Included in the group was the man called. And some of the comments Damon made about the submissive husbands were also ringing true with my personality. I then understood why his forceful comments made me feel somewhat submissive.Since I immediately identified with the cuckold husbands and cock suckers, I couldn’t help fantasizing that Damon was not just the lover of the wives in the stories, but I was jacking off by fantasizing that he was fucking my wife and I was sucking his cock. On one hand, I knew that I had to be careful talking. "No, not just yet," I managed to respond."Where's Bill?" He went away a moment ago, but he told me we'll make it on our own." Okay," Dan commented. As usual, he was unable to express his feelingson the matter, sincerely unperturbed or simply not caring one bit. Ifnot for the amazing landscape before my eyes, I might well have gottenangry at him, despite his disabilities and the fact that yelling at himwould have achieved absolutely nothing.A flock of birds was slowly circling above the road.. “Still awake?” he asked. “Josefin has a place for youto sleep.”She led me to her room, undressed me, and asked me tojoin her in bed. I did so. We curled up together andfell asleep. Sometime in the middle of the night, Iawoke to her riding me. She was grinding her crotchinto me, pushing my cock deep into her. She was moaningloudly, orgasming and squeezing my cock hard. Icouldn’t help myself. I shot my seed deep into her. When I was done, I grabbed her, rolled her.