Muscle Memory kicked in and I just opened my mouth and started sucking on his cockhead. Immediately tasting his sweet precum. Lots of it. A second coc... tried to enter my mouth at the same time. The other dude with an even bigger cock just unzipped. I took them both at once. I looked over at Taylor who’s head was pressed against the wall being face fucked by both of his guys taking turns. He must have bee in heaven cause that’s what he really likes a lot. I switched between both cocks. Sucking. ~A long, long way away from you. In fact as far away as it’s possible to be~ ~Australia? I thought as much~ she typed, part relief, part disappointment. A lull in the conversation as she chose her upcoming words carefully, Emma was drawn once more to the hypnotic blinking red eyes. In an odd way they made her relax but, in another way, edgy. Yet there was no escape, for even when she looked away from the screen, the image was burned indelibly on her brain like a white-hot filament. ~You want to. ”“Thanks, Al. I need to call Jess and let her know.”“Yes, you do. Tell her I OK’d you staying with someone. Otherwise you’ll get no end of grief.”“You’re a pal, Al!” I chuckled. “Thanks.”“One more thing,” he said. “Please don’t run tomorrow or Monday. Take it very easy, and call me from Munich. We’ll decide what to do then.”“OK.”“And I want you to go as close to zero carbohydrates as possible until you get home.”“Got it,” I agreed.We said ‘goodbye’ and I hung up.“I need to call my friend Hans. It took a long time for the waitress to come back; it was just the one girl, and she was trying to work the lounge, too. Presently, Heather began to get a little bored.Over by the cash register, she could see a newspaper rack. "Spearfish Lake Record-Herald," it said on the outside, with a decidedly unmidwestern Marlin logo jumping at the side of the lettering. From the distance, she could read a big streamer of a headline: "LANDOWNERS TO PAY BIG". Well, checking out the local paper would be a.