As I looked over at him, I could see his head tilted down as if he was reading a book. OMG, I immediately remembered that it was no book that he was r...eading. It was my porn collection that I hid under an upside down basket.I knew what Rick was looking at. I'm sure it was a tranny magazine. Small chics big dicks! I even had a couple of bi-guy magazines. I didn't know what to say. Rick thumbed through a few pages of each magazine. Frozen with fear, I just stood there. In my mind, I knew my. We had practiced them in training. Everything was packed so we didn't leave anything behind.Purples, and blues, gave way to lighter softer greens and straw tones peppered with the dark green and yellow of the gorse or the mauves and white of heath and heather. Wraiths of mists sighed over the hillsides, the sheep started to graze, and we heard a fox bark somewhere to our left. The sky lightened and the birds commenced their dawn chorus. Fucking singing birds. What the fuck had they to be so. In an exhale that included an orgasmic moan, Brent’s hands held my head like a vice as he said, “Ohh. Uhh. Ahhhhh. Ewwhhh…Yeah, eat the cum,” and Brent’s penis began wildly ejaculating, filling my mouth and throat with his thick, rich and potent semen. Brent ejaculated another enormous volume of very warm, thick, potent and pungent tasting semen. The taste and smell of Brent’s semen was like stout. I swallowed the ejaculations that blast into my mouth, and again, Brent pushed his young. This morning she made us both a great breakfast and afterwards, she attacked me in the shower, we made wild, anal-love until we nearly fainted. She knew how much I craved her infrequent sessions as dominating; the feel of her strap-on dildo penetrating my ass drove me insane, as my cock fucking her ass did to her. I didn't’t know why her attentions had changed so drastically, but I was not going to look a wonderful gift horse in the mouth, so to say. She had entered the shower without saying a.