The gardens are set on a hill, in an old quarry. He was about 25, trackpants, hoodie, stubble, slim, smelt slightly of beer. I walked past him slowly....Very slowly. Couldn't see his face, but could tell he wasn't gay. Maybe bi? Or maybe just there to bust a nut. Either way, as I walked past him, I saw him reach into his pants and flop out his cock. This was it. I got on my knees infront of him, taking in the smell of his semi-soft cock and low-hanging balls. Uncut, even better. He played with. The fullness, the taste, the complete sluttiness of having this young studs cock lodged in my throat was pure bliss. I could have hung off his cock for hours nursing it over and over again but he and my wife had other plans. My wife slowly pulled my head back and wanted to see me get slowly throat fucked. He obliged...as he slid his saliva soaked cock out of my mouth, I began to lurch forward, please don't take it out I thought to myself. My loving wife noticed and said, don't worry dear,. R. T P. I. C. (SECRET SOCIETY of MEN ABUSING RAPING & TORTURING PRETTYINNOCENT COEDS) I was browsing through the bondage/fetish section of my local porn storewhen this guy handed me a business card. In big letters it read S.S.M.A.R.T P.I.C.and in little letters underneath read (SECRET SOCIETY of MEN ABUSINGRAPING & TORTURING PRETTY INNOCENT COEDS). There was a 1-800 numberlisted as well. When I turned around, the guy was gone. I wenthome with my curiosity in overdrive. I called the. She just began to caress my hair as if I was a docile pet. It had a calming effect on me and I allowed my head to list to one side. My cheek now rested on the inside of her thigh. It felt so soft and warm on my cheek.I could smell her sweat and arousal again. I thought I was going to retch the first time I was forced to inhale her stench but now I thought of it as a not unpleasant odor. Perhaps I'd gotten used to it although that seemed hardly possible since not even a day had passed since.