“Good evening, I have a reservation in the name of Johnson, Edward Johnson.”“Evening, sir, let me just check. What time was it?” said the dark...-haired woman at reception.“8.00pm,” I replied.“I’m sorry, sir, but you are over thirty minutes late and I had to let the table go.”“I did ring ahead to say I would be late and was assured my table was safe. To be honest, this really isn’t good enough.”“Wait a moment, sir. Let me check,” she said as she had a look around at what was a pretty full. I kept thinking how amazing it would be if it were a real cock and I longed to have one in my mouth at the same time, (so 3 is the minimum number I think we need for a gangbang). It was so horny watching him bounce on my cock catching glimpses of it and seeing his balls bounce as he wanked, I did cum in him and it was a lot as I had saved it up all week. He was so sexy and dirty riding me, I was saying to him cum in my mouth, cum in my mouth, he wasn't ready so the dirty fucker slid up and let. "It's good to see you again," my sister Becky says as we hug, "From whatour parents spy has reported to us, you've been doing quite well asCaitlyn." Spy?" I ask in confusion."Yes," she replies, "I can't tell you who it is, but it's one of yournew friends. Don't bother trying to get it out of me, even I don't knowwhich of your friends it is or if they are a male or female."As we catch up and Becky plays with Emily, I can't help but wonder whomthe spy is. Most of my friends were there before I. The tackle was so hard, that everyone heard it—that gut wrenching sound of, SNAPThe stadium went instantly silent, as we waited for ever, before the paramedics carried him off the filed. In short—the tackle had broken Maurice back, and his neck. We finished up the night as usual, down at the diner, and in spite of beating the Raiders, several of them joined us. The air was melancholy with us all having Maurice on our minds, hoping for some word before the end of the night. Finally, with no.