It was the best hobby I'd ever discovered and I made a point of practicing it every day, as many times a day as I could.But the 'empty' space nagged m.... There should be twelve boys. An even dozen. Twelve two-somes, six three-somes, four four-somes, three groups, two gangs, and one orgy. Perfect. Eleven boys just kept reminding me that we were one dick short of a foot.I didn't blame the boys. It wasn't their fault that I wasn't satisfied with eleven hot, tight, horny assholes to keep me cum-fed.. Before Alex could take a seathis aunt decided out loud that he would be more comfortable standing. Hewanted to disagree but was more interested in avoiding raised voices oranything that would make him even more conspicuous (if that waspossible). The women ordered light salads and white wine. For Alex,Tabitha decided on a glass of seltzer with a slice of lemon. He had tostand there with the bags on the seat he should have been occupying,delicately sipping as more people gawked at him. From. Tom couldn't believe the transformation, this previously jeans and t-shirt clad girl next door had turned into an agent provocateur with the body of a super model. And he locked in a cage, shit! She moved across until she was sitting on the cage directly above his head, the bars making indentations in her butt and thighs. His face was only inches away and he tried as hard as he could to lift his head a little so that he could bury his face into her cute little butt. But the bike lock almost. ‘Great, let’s go,’ he roared, his face awash with eagerness as he reached out and offered his hand to Jennifer. Now that’s the Alan I know, Jennifer thought, his face now reminding her of the man she once knew all those years ago – he looked happy, and dangerous, he had that look that said ‘hold on tight’. Jennifer took his hand and leapt to her feet. ‘Where’re we going?’ she said, feeling like a child being dragged off on some crazy caper by a bigger, bossier, and naughtier child. As they.