That left Jamie and Paul as my potential compatriots against boredom.I called Jamie first, hoping to secure a safe buffer between the dreaded possibil...ty of hanging out alone with Paul. He answered on the second ring. Apparently, he had the same idea as me when it came to how to spend his day, which was relieving. Some normalcy would do me good, I thought.“Hey, Dean, how’s it hangin’, my man?” Jamie always answered the phone in a campy New Yorker accent. Usually, it annoyed me because I called. He was human after all. She reached for the bottle of oil on the table next to her. She’d noticed it earlier and wondered whether he’d eventually want her to use it. Now, she almost didn’t care what he wanted. The tables hadbeen turned and he was in control of the situation now, not him. Holding the bottle high above her breasts, she allowed the oil to cascade down onto the upslope of her tits, first the right one and then the left. If she expected a rebuke from the photographer, none was. He said he was going to cum if I did not stop and he wanted to show me the gift he got me. He told me to meet him at the back of the truck. From the other times I met him he had a blow up mattress in the back of the trailer so i gladly met him.He kissed me ran his hands over my body and under my skirt. He placed a step stool on the ground so I could get in the back as he opened the door. He got in and helped me up/What a gift - he turned on the lights and my eyes opened wide seeing 2 men in. " Lars looked at Jack and smiled, using his strength, he wrapped his arms around Fay's torso. Lifting her legs from the floor, Jack held her thighs and she wrapped them around his hips. The flame-haired waitress guided his Jack's cock against Fay's sex and he pushed into her. Fay squealed excitedly in lust as she was now doubly impaled to two hard cocks. Jack felt the malicious tightness of Fay's sex and through a thin membrane; Lars' cock inside her. "Fuck my holes, you bastards!" squealed Fay.