”Nathan and I entered the room and out of habit, started stripping without having to think about it. I was about to ask Nathan all sorts of question... when I noticed he suddenly wasn’t looking happy.I asked Nathan, “What’s wrong?”Nathan responded on edge, “We are going to be processed. I’ve never been processed before.”“Huh? So?”“Lucas, one of the few people I made friends with a few years ago, was processed for teaching. He teaches the young ones now. After he was processed, he was a different. Around four o'clock, we decided we would like a drink or two and found this quiet little pub on a back street.Five college-age boys sat clustered in a corner on our left, pints of cider on their table. They laughed over something on their phones. Three old men were at a table by the fire to our right, pints of Guinness and playing a card game. We took a corner booth on the right and debated what we were to drink.I felt peckish so munched handfuls of the coffee beans at this point; they made me. My right hand pulled down to expose more cock and my left hand wrapped around his shaft. His cock was every bit of nine inches and nicely groomed and felt so warm in my hand. I brought the tip to my lips again but this time I opened my mouth and slid his beautiful cock right in.My mouth was full of warm hard flesh and I wanted more. I pushed my head down and took in all I could and then backed off to do it all over again. I went up and down and loved every second of it. I pulled him out and. I was afraid whether her child or her neighbors would know what was going on here as she was mourning very loudly,So I kept my mouth of her lips to lock her mouth and then began to fuck the same old way. Now she was flooding her cunt with more juice which was making pllluck, pluck, chuluk, pluck, sound with each stroke, and she was raising her hip to receive my cock to its fullest into her cunt.I knew that she is going to reach her next orgasm in a couple of minutes and I myself was also at the.