Jake looked ahead. They were following the other van. Boris was in the car behind them with Brian.“We’re driving into Arkansas,” Ellen said.“W...y?” Emily asked.“We’re spending a couple of days at some cabins on the Buffalo River,” Jake said. “We’ll go horseback riding this afternoon and canoeing down the river tomorrow.”Jake had found some river guides on the Internet while the girls were still sleeping that morning. He had been able to get Boris on the cell phone and they had decided that. "Yea, I'll fuck you. But I want to see that first," she said."Go get the lube boy. You know where it is," Randy said looking down at me. I left them and went back to the bathroom. Returning, Sandy was now laying back on the couch with Randy eating her pussy. Her eyes were closed as she rubbed his hair with her fingers, the way she had wrapped her fingers so many times before in my hair.I stood by and let her enjoy herself as her moans filled the room. Eventually Randy recognized my return and. Long story short, to save what’s left of my academic career and life, my parents sent me to stay with my uncle in the City of Ottawa, Canada. They hoped a change of scenery would do me good. The township of Ottawa is radically different from the City of Boston, folks. This is the Whitest town I’ve ever seen. And it’s also, weirdly enough, the place where I’m reconnecting with my roots. There are quite a few African immigrants living in Ottawa. I’ve joined an African church and I’ve made friends. Jon pushed his ass against Harry’s cock but the butch pulled back. The two lovers played like this for a while until it was Harry who couldn’t wait any longer and pushed his rod right into Jon’s hole until it disappeared completely. The two men were united in lust and body, flesh against flesh. Harry kissed Jon on the neck, the on the lips as his bitch turned his head. They fucked in silence until Jon began to moan louder and louder until he shot his load on the sheet. Harry had control once.