Also very dark and angry. He asked Richard toturn around and he complied, raising his legs up in the air at the edgeof the bed. My uncle once more pen...trated him. "God, yes, Fuck!" wasall Richard could say. Needless to say I wished it was me in that room,but was imagining not that it was I who was fucking my dear friend, butthat it was my ass that was getting pumped by that huge cock. Soon theyshifted position, and I no longer saw my uncle's cock sliding in and outof Richard. But the panting. Some had been worn on the holiday of course. They were kept in a separate clothes bag in her case. As I put them in the wash, looking at the labels to try and get it right, I noticed one pair were solied more, with what I could have sworn was dried sperm. I dismissed it, telling myself it was probably just some discharge for some reason, or spilled cream from coffee in her hotel room or body lotion or something. There was no way she could have been with anyone, I had been with her all day every. I had tried to mentor him, and we’d shared more than a few beers. But now he had cold-cocked Wally Crandall and it looked like he was turning back into the old Gary. I could smell booze on him. Gary can drink a barrel of beer, but just a few drops of liquor turns him violent. I had to be careful.“What’s wrong, Gary?” I asked. “For the past two years you’ve been quiet. You’ve been one of my best guys. You’re my friend. Now this?”Gary shook his head. I knew there was something wrong.“Gary, is. I do not have to be bewitched and cast under a prevailing, all-supreme spell like the others. No, I don't have to as well end up this way. No!"I imagine that I am the one who can lend you a helping hand," he pitches back at me. I aim and strive to be cold-blooded and remorseless and unfeeling with my facial mien and countenance, but he ploughs on being gentle and lenient and unselfish with me, up till I have no any other alternative than to succumb and give way to him. Oh darn yeah!That was two.