She gripped my hand and said I needed to get myself fixed up, it was what I deserved. I almost lost my lunch. I stumbled back to work for an hour or ...wo that afternoon doing nothing on the shop floor, before locking myself in my office looking for jobs on the net. I found one in California, got myself an interview and flew out a couple of days later. After three interviews I was taken on board. I gave two weeks’ notice and, without saying anything to anyone, took the two weeks’ leave I was. As I recited, the Zibong seemed to stop its endless back and forth motion, as if it was listening. Very strange. I got to the end of the poem and watched in wonder as the Zibong drifted off into the night. Soon it was gone."Why did it do that?" Gaku asked."I really don't know," I replied, "Maybe it is a poetry critic."Gaku chuckled, visibly relieved at seeing the Zibong gone. "Should I stay here?" No," I advised. "Come on down to the campsite. I will keep watch from there."Gaku was more drained. With a slight push Chris felt Destiny's vaginal lips against the tip of his dick right before the head slipped in. The moment the head was finding its home inside Destiny's slick tunnel, she cried out. "You dirty fucking white boy. You can't get enough of that black pussy."Chris smiled as he continued to push his white erection into Destiny's cum slippery fuck hole. Seeing the surprise of her face mixed with pure ecstasy he knew she could go again for another round of sex.Destiny appreciative. I guide your head over, and you take both of our cocks and jack them off together. You try to put both of them in your mouth at the same time. We're both so hard, pressing against each other, fucking your mouth together. His tongue is in my mouth and I have never been so horny. I need to fuck again; so badly.We flip you over on the bed walking to opposite ends of you. You open your legs for him. I watch your tits squeeze together as you reach down with both hands and caress his cock, guide it.