I am sure my wife told me what Pooja told her in an effort to make me realize how much of an ass Praveen was. And my wife partly wanted to make me rea...lize that I was an ass too, because I was frequently hinting that I wished she would give me an occasional blowjob and that I was turned on by the thought of anal sex, which was definitely not on her list of things she’d ever do.Well, one day my wife had an appointment and Pooja was late picking her kids up. So my wife left me with all the five. The small bar is on the other side by the windows.There were eight Puerto Rican men in the lounge area and I saw four others in the rooms. We were the only white men there, and the locals ranged in complexion from light-olive to black. Some of the men were sitting around nude, and I couldn’t help but stare at them. I had only seen other boys in the shower way back in high school, and those were grown men with large, brown, uncircumcised cocks and huge balls.Ten of the Puerto Rican prostitutes. He walked boldly up to the door of the nearest stable and noisily rattled the latch."Who's there?" The voice from inside the stable was sleepy, surly."Let me in! I've got a message from the King." What? What's this about a message?" The upper half of the door swung open and a tousled head poked out. The man's eyes widened at the sight that greeted him. Before he could do more than frame a protest, a club in the hand of a hairy woman met the side of his head. A meaty thunk, and he collapsed with. “She sent me down here,” said Bobby heavily. “Said I was under foot.”Charley snorted again, but didn’t say anything. He knew Bobby’s heart wasn’t in sheep ranching too. He was the only one, however, who knew that what Bobby really wanted to do was be a mountain man, trapping furs and hunting big game. Bobby had confided in him around a campfire one night, while they were tending the flock. He thought it was a ridiculous idea, but didn’t try to talk Bobby out of it, exactly. Charley had a wild.