Moments passed. Mr. Bowman spoke to Brady, but he didn’t respond. “Brady? Brady!” Brady startled back into coherence. “Is that all, Brady? Any...hing else?”“No. Sorry. Nothing else. Just the journal. See you…later.” Brady walked out of the store. Mr. Bowman rolled his eyes and picked up his paper. - - - - -When he arrived home, Brady sat down at his desk and opened the book and re-read the name: Jacobus Madia Villa, filius. It was an easy translation: Jacob Middleton, Jr. It appeared that the. Fuck me, come on, fuck me, I said to her. She increased her pace and moaned louder. Yes....fuck.... Noting that this talk seemed to turn her on, I tried some more: Come on, fuck me. Ride my cock. You're fucking ME. Do you like fucking my cock with your cunt? Yes... is all she could say. Her head was back and she was using all of her energy to move up and down. I want IT again. You want to come on me again? You want to come on my cock? Yes... Then grind you pussy against me. Feel my cock in your. Tammy collapsed on top of me, her long redhead hair falling over my chest and shoulders. We held each other and drifted slowly down from a sexual peak that was new and exciting for both of us. We talked a little that night, about what we had done, about what kind of changes our new relationship would bring into our lives, about the importance of keeping our secret to ourselves. Tammy confessed that she had been dreaming of seducing me for months, maybe even years subconsciously, and that she. .. but, that doesn't mean I don't want your ass, it doesn't excuse a guy sucking a guy off, or even just fondling another guy's cock. That's not curiosity, that's gay." "Fuck up Gary!" "If you insist, take off your boxers again then." "Seriously, Gary, grow up and stop pissing about." "Fine Sam, just know if I'm in your team, don't be surprised if I go all suicidal and allow you to do it all on your own." "Gary, stop being so fucking childish," I say while I pull up my jeans. "Oh, come on..