“Oh yeah dude fuck my ass.” “Your cock is so big it feels good man. Don’t stop fucking me.” “Fuck me harder matt, give it to me man!” ...Each time mike urged me on I fucked him harder. The sweat was pouring from my forehead as I fucked him. I felt my legs start to shake and I exploded inside of Mike’s ass. The whole time I was cumming Mike kept moving his ass back and forth trying to get every drop of cum from me. I pulled out of his ass and handed him the towel. “Hey matt we are both sweaty. “I’ll say!” I replied, putting my arm around her.“You have study group tomorrow, right?”“Yes.”“When does your last class end?”“2:50pm,” I replied.“Can I come by?”“Sure.”Clarissa’s caution was borne out less than ten minutes later when Dean Anderson came to the door of my room.“Mike, I need to talk to you and Teri, please,” she said, glancing at her watch.“Five minutes on the correct side of the line,” I grinned.Dean Anderson nodded, “Yes, sorry. I know you’re responsible. Let’s go down to. And now, the photography thing. Well, it was definitely exciting. Tad didn't say much, but I knew he was really turned on by the whole thing with Don -- not just his pictures, although that was the main part of it -- but the whole idea of it: the way that Don was able to pursue his "unusual" hobby, his outsized love of erotica, with his spouse's complete approval and support.Tad was more accustomed to his own household, where, I gathered, his mother had kept his father pretty much in line, on. Now, this was a much larger town than that last one. This town supported two saloons! I went into the first one I came to and looked around. It was pretty dim toward the back of the room, so I wandered back there before I headed for the bar. I had just turned back toward the bar when I recognized one of the bank robbers that I was chasing.He was leaning against the bar, and I saw his face in the mirror. This one had a fancy scar running diagonally across his face, and you'd have to work hard to.