I let him out. He peed and returned without going nuts at the fence. Entering, he took a healthy shit (might as well call it what it is) on the papers...and watched me haul it to the outside bin.Before I could re-enter and place fresh paper, he brought the ball to me, and we played for another hour. I had to plead with him. "I need to work, Kane."Blue eyes scrutinized me carefully. What? I didn't want to toss and run after the ball, all day long? His tongue dangled out of his panting. To me, that day, it was the most manly and powerful cock I had ever seen, and of course, earlier on, I had thought the same thing about each cock that I'd entertained. It was shiny slimy, glistening with the wetness of my own discharge mixed with remnants of his sperm that had clung to it as he had pulled out of my cunt. A recognizable droplet was forming at single eye of his tool. Doesn't he ever stop cumming, I asked myself, crediting myself for his virility.I hate to fuck with the lights on.. As the last stream of piss began to falter, Stacy writhed on the ground as his dick erupted. “Jesus, this little bitch is in heat,” Hank joked, as all the guys began wolf whistling.Finally, everyone got to perform the real reason for their visit to the shower room. After they had all showered and began to towel off, Jock was the first to leave. He was followed by Kenny, and then Hank. When Stacy departed, Billy followed him to his room. After entering Stacy’s room their towels were flung aside. I told him that she was very hot in bed and did things other girls wouldn’t try. In turn, I shared with him how I had often looked at his wife and would most definitely be interested in screwing her if he and she were cool with it. We talked about how it would take some work on the women and it would have to be the right time in order for it to unfold. Both of us realized that it was pure fantasy and in reality, would probably never happen.Well the opportunity finally presented itself about a.