”With the three women right behind me, I followed the Hermit out of the cut into a small canyon. The canyon was probably only three or four acres of...flat land. There was a small, adobe hut, probably the size of an efficiency apartment, abutting the highest of the canyon walls. Next to it was a small corral which was empty. On the other side of the hut was a vegetable garden. I could see tomatoes, peas, beans and broccoli, among other things, growing, their shades of green and red a sharp. However, even I was worried of what he may do yo my poor wife if she was late. We were only two blocks away when she glanced at the time and gasped “Oh No, I'm Fuckin' LATE!” I could feel her hands sweating as he led me by the hand up to Castro's place. We walked right in and the living room was empty. Porscha called out “ Master, I've come.” A voice erupted from down the hall, commanding her to “get back her now.” she led me to the empty corner where I often found myself and ordered me to get. Then he started to fuck me with long, slow strokes. He fucked me for what seemed like forever while you continued to pleasure yourself with my mouth. Finally the guy behind began to really pound into my arse, thrusting hard. He tensed and came, his spunk filling my hole. I could feel his cum leaking out of me as he stroked a few more times. You rammed your cock into my mouth and then pulled out before shooting streams of hot, creamy cum all over my lips and face. I’d never experienced so much. ’ Sherry called me the next day and we made plans to get dinner on Friday. She sounded nice, if a little shy, but perfectly pleasant. Friday rolled around as it does every week, and as we agreed, I met Sherry at a small Italian restaurant in the non-touristy part of the Village that she suggested. I was early, as usual, and was having a beer at the bar when a tall, slim blonde walked in. When she took off her coat, I could see that she was wearing a skirt, blouse and blazer, looking like she.