I’m pretty sure about that, but not a hundred percent. You’ll note that it’s your balls I’m betting, not mine. Actually, I did hear from Benni...e one last time. Sort of. He sent me a lengthy e-mail detailing all the ways he thought I’d fucked up what he called ‘the best job of your life’ and, in no uncertain terms, telling me that I wasn’t fit for recording or for any gainful employment as far as he could tell. It was a long missive, with very little in the way of punctuation or capitalization.. I hadn't saved it as a favorite, but looked back at old comments I'd made and after a while I found the account. The pictures weren't exactly my three friends, there were only two men shown on the page. One guy looked like Tom and had the same short fat uncut cock. The other looked a lot like Frank and also had his long thin tool with big swaying balls. The only one missing was a lookalike for Bill – who might not have participated in the pics. On thinking about it, he may have opted out. I looked around the bedroom to see where Ray was sleeping but didn’t see him. I went into the living room and there he was sound asleep on the couch. Ray is a thing of beauty. Six feet of young black lean muscle with a perfect eight inch cock, huge balls and a completely hairless body. I decided to make some coffee and while it brewed I went in to take a shower. I was almost finished when the shower curtain opened and in stepped Ray. “Hope you don’t mind if I join you,” he said. How could I. The water made the initial penetration somewhat difficult, but she was a cauldron of steaming frothing juices of her own deep inside her pleasant pussy and within seconds we were both ready for some serious banging! “Fuck me now Bryan! God, I want to feel what you do to my baby girl! I want to feel your prick shooting into me and running down my legs! Fuck yeah, that’s it, make me cum! Suck my tits! Oh God!!”When I heard a sound like a mountain lion struggling with a black bear rumbling.