”In the Pub the other day I was telling that old joke about what you do if you see an epileptic having a fit in the bath. Answer; throw in your wash...ng.We were all having a good laugh about this, when this big bastard tapped me on the shoulder and said “I don’t find that very funny. My brother was an epileptic and he died in the bath during one of his fits...”I said “Sorry mate. Did he drown?”“No,” he said, “he choked on a sock.”The wife came out of the bathroom and said “I have just shaved my. "Are you forgetting something, Dan?" I asked. "I'm not touching his cock.” "You little wimp. Lube Master’s cock.” Master pulled out his thumb and thrust his powerful erection deep in my ass. No warning at all. “Bastard,” I swore at Dan. It was his fault that I’d been harshly penetrated and I screamed until the pain eased. My ass became a searing hot tunnel of pleasure. I don't know at what moment it all changed but I remember pushing back on Master’s solid cock. The more I pushed, the harder. Lol. His cock was getting very big in those gym shorts he was wearing and I was getting excited because it was awesome seeing my wife stroke another cock! Sandy said "I wonder what you have for me here?" and began to pull down Michael's shorts. Wow! Michael's big black cock flopped out and I couldn't believe it. Later I found out but ten inches of young black cock was guided into my wife's mouth by her hand and she was sucking on Michael's cock while on her knees! My wife can't deep throat, but. Near the ticket counter, I found a giant map of the U.S. on the wall. I loved maps. It had little red dots showing where all the Greyhound bus stations were. I was trying to count them when a commotion started behind me. "God dammit! You trying to rob me?" A big old guy hollered at the clerk behind the counter. He was wearing one of those wife-beater T-shirts; it was filthy, his gut protruding comically between the mismatched suspenders holding up his cut-off jeans. He was unshaven, and I swore.