Now we sat there on the couch, watching on the television as Kevin got out of my bed. But he wasn't content to just watch the events of last night. He... reached over and grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on his penis. Now I had a penis in each hand. Kevin sighed and said, "Just hold it. Don't move your hand or I'm gonna cum. Watching this is turning me the fuck on!"The screen went blank for a second and then I saw Kyra come back into the picture. She had changed clothes. She had taken her. ?” I groaned. “The party.”Nicole gasped and clapped her hands. “We’re having a party tonight! Yay!”“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my balls aching. I stared at the two dots of my wives at the grocery store. What were they doing there? And were they being naughty?Yes, they were. They were bimbos.I had to get down there before they did anything to get themselves in trouble, like having sex in the middle of the grocery store. They wouldn’t understand why that was wrong. It was how we ended up with Nicole as. I swore if I got another Fibonacci Numbers or Rubik's Cube Solver project, I'd punch my fist through the student's cardboard display. Fortunately my five projects were much more creative, and advanced enough to strain my memory of calculus and software algorithms. I was actually pumped at reviewing these projects, but not distracted enough to ignore every young female student I passed, making occasional eye contact when the chest or legs or face was pretty enough for more than a split second of. Instead of stopping Mr. B tells me to man up and continues to push his cock deeper into my ass. I start to scream in pain. Mr. J shoves his jock strap into my mouth. It tastes like sex sweat. Eventually all of Mr. B’s cock is in my ass. He stays motionless. I am squirming a lot. After several minutes the pain begins to go away. As I stop squirming Mr. B begins to make small thrusts. As I get used to those thrusts Mr. B makes longer thrusts. Eventually Mr. B is making full thrusts. .