“Any body know what this is about” came the chatter. There was over two hundred trucks in various rows. “I see a guy driving. Maybe we hav... a faggot looking for a hookup.” “No, there is a split tail riding shot gun” the chatter said. “ We may be in for some fun mates” Z and I drove down through all the trucks and left through the back exit. We went around the block. At the T, left to home and right back to the trucks, Z asked “can we go back again?” Sure I said and with that. So therefore it would seem like somebody has played me, &, but then hopefully I myself don't get stuck with an unnecessary charge, or bill fee for service when it's not my fault, or I myself being of that of my person am not to be held to blame being of which I shouldn't only being that because somebody should have been really listening to what was going on in one's electrician class, or as an electronics student, not to mention really participating by taking notes, & whereas now I myself may. Vic’s tongue was amazing within minutes I was cumming. I looked over at my hubby and I motioned for him to come closer. When he was closer I took him in my mouth. After a couple of minutes of this and my cumming another time I told Vic that I wanted him to fuck me. He slid up and put on a condom and then slid his thick cock into me. It was wild, hubby in my mouth and Vic deep inside of me. I had always wondered what it would be like and let me tell you it is WONDERFUL. Vic told us that he was. ‘So. You. Singer-boy!’ she said, coming over to the couch. ‘Just what exactly did you hear last night?’ ‘You want me to repeat it word for word?’ ‘No.’ she said, then adding, bravely, ‘Just tell me what you thought of it.’ ‘I think Kyle is a bizarre aberration of humanity that should be pitied and sent to a penal institution for the criminally deranged and moronic.’ Kyle was her boyfriend who, for some unfathomable reason, didn’t like blowjobs. ”Penal’ institution, that’s funny,’ she said,.