"If that was before you and Dadstarted dating..." I did the math too; unless he was a lot older thanhe looked, he must have been just a kid.Mr. G. go... a thoughtful look and said: "I think I was sixty-two that year,but it all runs together. Go on."There was no *way* he could be sixty-two now, much less twenty years ago.But I let that pass for the moment. "Give what a try?" Melanie said Mr. G. could send people to another world," Mom said."A world with a different history from ours, not just. I sucked and gagged as he pushed it down my throat. After they had taken turns eating me out they spit roasted me. Mark in my pussy and my friend in my mouth to begin with. They kept swapping ends, using me like a slut. They then took turns fisting me. Both were great at it and I cum so fucking hard. The bed was soaking with my cum and juices as I’d squirted a number of times.We had break for a short while and a few more drinks and then we started fucking again. This time they took turns. Using his peripheral vision, Steve detected a guy staring at them fromacross the room. He was a big guy wearing a short sleeved purple dressshirt, white Dockers and sporting lots of gold on his hands and neck. Hehad a weightlifter's frame and Popeye arms. He took a slow sip of hisdrink and smiled at Steve over the rim of his glass.Steve speculated that he'd stumbled upon a tranny escort. This mountainof a man was probably her pimp. Steve returned his attention to thisbeautiful creature and. I slipped into the passenger seat and quickly took note of the very tanned and well-toned look of Pam’s slender legs.“How was practice?” Pam asked as we drove out of the parking lot.“Same ole, same ole,” I nonchalantly replied.Pam asked if I thought we’d win the game coming up and I said I thought so, even though I was hugely distracted. Pam shifted gears and asked if I had a girlfriend.“No,” I replied, “High school girls are a bit stand-offish.”“Oh, come on,” Pam replied. “A guy like you, you.