But he did say something interesting, “There is another guy here who is interested in a 3-way. He is the good-looking younger guy in the red shirt ...who came in just before you.” I was up for this, so to speak, so we buttoned up and left my booth in search of this third party. He was just around the corner, and his unlocked door indicated he was interested in company. The three of us went back to my original booth and all pulled out our dicks.I immediately went down on Mr. Red Shirt’s five. It went a little further and into my throat and before I gagged he bucked his hips. I gagged and got up, breathing heavily. Without waiting I went down again and he forced his dick down my throat once more, even deeper this time. I swallowed and tried not to gag. We practiced for a while and soon I got used to this as well and got his dick more than halfway into my mouth. While I struggled to breathe and not throw up he fucked my eager mouth and I saw his hips moving, shoving him into my throat. One read to my darling niece from uncle David.(was he cocking her?)Another read to my best friend Peter from Joe (Were they bumming each other?}. Then there was one in fact there were several that read 'to my dear nephew John. Happy Birthday love from Aunty Jill'. Looking forward to seeing you again soon (Did Aunty lead the way and John followed as instructed?)Sarah who owned the shop downstairs came up to see me to tell me that she had sold her business to her cousin and his wife. There was. Several minutes passed before Steve responded."He was a haunted man after the firefight in the Pahsimeroi, but then when he came out of the hospital he seemed ... I don't know, I'd have to say he was at peace. Something happened to him, something powerful, when he was thrashing around in that hospital bed. We thought he was going to tear himself up. The nurse, the orderlies, they had to strap him down, sedate him. Later that morning he was exhausted and angry that he couldn't move, but then he.