He was strolling in the gardens in the company of Julio, and apparently they were having a friendly conversation. They were even holding hands, which ...did not mean that they were gay. They had a loving and slightly embarrassed relationship, because while they did love each other they could not bear to be intimate as gay lovers. They needed something or someone else to make the intimacy more nuanced. In simpler terms, they could not touch each other if they were alone in room but they could touch. He told me to look under the seat i sat in and ther i found some magasin with naked women that was fucked by some guys in all holes. Sure it made me a bit hard betwen my legs and he noticed it. He asked if i had done some of that before, i told him that i only had tryed to fuck a girlfriend that i was together with when we was younger. He then started to rubb me betwen my legs and i was even harder. After a while he stopped his car and asked me if i ever had tryed to play with another mann, it. I was soaked to the bone in sperm. Iwanted to cry, but couldn't afford the time. I felt the changes startingto revert me back so I tried to collect my thoughts. Illuminati, magic,anything. I reached into my mind for a cure, but my thoughts were mostlyturned to mush. The cum had started to fade away off of me like it neverhappened, and all I managed to find out was that the illuminati wasreally a canasta group of powerful people that conspiracy theorists loveto make shit up about. They know. The only noises they made now were the sounds of two people necking deeply and fucking.By now my cock was fully erect under my pajamas and I couldn't resist the urge to touch myself while I watched and listened to them. I was on the verge of cumming and had to stop fondling myself several times to stop from making a mess in my pajamas. Bobby’s breathing was now very loud and irregular, and as I watched, he had a very long and powerful orgasm into my wife's pussy. The thought of his cum.