Fuck. That picture was only a month ago. We've been dating since last year, Danny thought. He put the phone down. His mind was racing. His mouth was d...ry. What a fucking whore was the one conscious thought that kept repeating through his head.Danny didn't want to see any more, but his curiosity was getting the best of him. He picked up the phone again and went back to the messages from this Batman.Whens your bf leaving so I can cum over?baby I need your mouth, can u swing byi love the way u eat. I don’t think I’d ever produced so much in my life.After several minutes of heaven Steven finally ceased his attack. I opened my eyes and almost asked why he’d stopped when I felt his finger enter me. Like when his tongue first entered me I felt my sphincter clench his finger.“What did I say?”“I’m trying but you surprised me.”I started to breathe and slowly my ass started to relax around his finger. When I had relaxed enough he started slowly finger fucking my ass, pushing it in and out over. He still talks about it as the best week-end of his life. I was in the middle of a dart shooting challenge at the Rod and Gun Club at Hahn Air Base in Germany. It is a famous place for people in aviation because Chuck Yeager had been assigned here. I had images of sitting and drinking beer knowing ‘Chuck’ had been in the same spots. ‘Yeager’ means ‘Hunter’ in German. Yeager was unsurpassed as a hunter. He always made the first kill. I guess the name of the town is Hahn. It consists of the. I'd be moving into the apartment I'd seen advertised near my train stop by Tuesday!When the cheers died down, the host put the money in his pocket and pointed to a table that I'd been wondering about. Or, rather, I'd been wondering about what was lined up on top of the table. Three volumetric Pyrex flasks. The type you see in laboratories. The long necks looked about six inches long and an inch in diameter with a stopper on top."Gentlemen! Ladies! I know there's no lack of enthusiasm and, the.