I dropped it in the toilet, ran another handful and did it again. I repeated this a couple more times then flushed. I looked at myself in the mirror o...ce more. I looked ok, but the pain in my arse was throbbing and burning. I took a deep breath and went back out into the living room, trying to hide the pain as best as I could.Sitting around with you were Glen, Terry, and another couple of guys. "Stace," you said, "you know Glen and Terry, this is John and Mark, they're in the chalet two. Well, let me ponder... I had a long memory. Like China.“Gertie, I wish I was old enough to vote.”“And who would you vote for, dear?”Pilar gave a ferocious grin, “Anybody but the Oinker.” She shook her head, “He insulted women with that Kavanaugh guy.”“Well, a lot of women came out in support of him. Even after Dr. Ford’s allegations.”“I wish I could vote 20 times.”Walker said, “Voter fraud.”Gertie stirred her Tanqueray with her middle finger, “Voting 20 times isn’t necessarily that. My cock twitched as her words echoed in my head. I wanted it. I was not only her bitch. I was his.I backed off his long shaft and noisily slurped on his big cock head as Daryl stroked his meat."Here it comes queer," Daryl warned as his cock started to spit into my mouth. He had fucked my wife and my mouth for nearly an hour but he had not yet cum. His climax was overwhelming. I gulped his copious cream as it filled my mouth and ran down my chin. I wrapped my fist around my dick and pumped it as. " It's nice," Janie said.They walked on.He cleared his throat. "Do you remember when Bo and I found Andrea Jones's body?" Hard to forget," she said."The FBI came to town and there was all that media attention." Scott steered them around a group of students blocking the sidewalk. "They took our fingerprints during the investigation." Old man Lewis shot his grandson," Janie said, "I remember that."The faculty building for the History Department looked like a big house. Scott led Janie up a set of.