I finally had to stop the antique roll-call, ‘I’m sorry Mr. Beetlesmith, but nothing is really striking my fancy.’ Beetlesmith stopped his inven...tory and scratched his chin, ‘Well sir, you are a hard sell.’ He paused for a moment as if in thought, then inquired, ‘May I assume that you are a worldly man?’ ‘Worldly?’ ‘Yes, are you given over to…oh, how shall I say it…are you inclined toward excessive ecclesiastical ruminations?’ I almost laughed at his purposeful covertness, ‘If you mean am I. Looking her in the eyes still, he started to thrust in and out, in and out. They were starting to get a rhythm to their fucking love making. He was still slow, but it was steady now as her ass opened up from his nice cock. He started to long stroke her, and it was obvious she was loving that feeling of the cock leaving and then instantly filling her back up again.Mike had not fucked anyone in a long time, and knew he was not going to last very long. He did not want to last long. He wanted to. Who started the game?’ The interrogator takes the young man’s assertions at face value and moves on. ‘I don’t know. Cathy I think. I really can’t remember. I do remember saying something about this old guy’s bow tie but… Look man, we were just passing time. I wasn’t paying that much attention. Didn’t expect to need an alibi for a parlour game.’ ‘Tell me about the rest of the journey. Perhaps it’ll jog your memory.’ ‘We’d run out of cigarettes, I remember that much ‘cos I asked Cathy for one and. She was usually aggressive handling my meat but tonight her touch was more timid. Then her breath on my neck and another whisper, "This will be really special."As she finished the words, she kissed my lips and at the exact same instant I felt a mouth slip over the head of my cock. OH SWEET JESUS. She has a friend. But who is it, I wondered. She kissed my firm and hard and swear her tongue tapped on my tonsils as the other pair of lips mouthed my cock. First nibbles up and down the shaft and.