All the way home I kept glancing down at the bag, and the huge black cock sticking out of it. My own cock was starting to strain in my jeans at the t...hought of trying to fuck this monster! My ass was actually twitching too. Typically when the missus is away, I like to dress up, and prance around the house like a little fag. Today however, was different. I could not wait to start stuffing Bam in my ass! My taste in porn has turned to sissy hypno/training vids. I hooked up my laptop to the TV. It made me turn soft inside, like I was water, just flowing around the fingers she was plowing in and out of me. I moaned into her mouth from my throat. My legs climbed over her hips and I tried so hard to shove more of her inside me. Her fingers slid around inside me, first two, then three. Flexing and wiggling them around, making me need her. Making me need to be filled. I could feel her fill me, then make me need, then making me wet. She pulled me back to look in her eyes. They were. I quickly threaded my way through the cheering andchewing mob, walked down a hall that led to thewashrooms, on past the washrooms, and up to a guyleaning against the wall. His thick arms were crossed, anda toothpick balanced precariously between his thick lips.‘Hey, Adam,’ I said, my voice breaking.‘Jeff,’ the black-clad bouncer responded, eyeing meand smiling. ‘Got a new one for you today.’I rubbed sweaty palms on my pants, sucked cool airinto my bursting lungs. ‘Y-yeah?’‘Yeah.’ He pushed off. There might be enough confusion to postpone the notification for a day but probably not.Also pluses for us, no blood evidence and no fingerprint evidence were going to be available to the cops. They might or might not recover the shotgun pellets from the body. With no blood evidence there would be nothing pointing to an exact cause of death. Sure they might come up with gunshot, but no ballistics evidence was possible. The catfish farm was remote, so it wasn't likely that anyone saw what.