We wanted to try something different this time, to see if the antagonism would elicit a different reaction. It didnt. He frowned. Different reaction? ...Follow me please, said Porter, going back through the door. Kazuhiro followed. Where are we going? he said. They were in some kind of service corridor. To see June, said Porter. Kazuhiro sat on the bed, looking at the blinds. It was light outside. June touched his shoulder. I have to leave, he said. I know. I wish I didnt. I know. And I know that. In retrospect I suppose I should be thankful that I didn’t pop up out in the blackness of space somewhere. I reappeared about one hundred feet in the air over some very hard, very unforgiving (and rapidly approaching) desert ground. I read once in a book that the trick to flying is to throw yourself at the ground and miss. As much as I tried in those passing seconds, I couldn’t figure out exactly how to do that. The ground is pretty big after all. It’s funny what goes through your mind at. I won't lie, Chad is pretty good looking with red hair, red mustache, and a figure built from riding horses: all stringy muscle and toned power. He's the second tallest of us at six foot three and he always wears a cowboy hat and duster. Gowan is shorter than I am, standing at a miniscule five foot four, he dresses like the punk rocker he his, with a black Ramones hoodie and black pants. Sort blonde combed forward hair meet thick glasses on a square face. Gowan recently took to bulking up and. We scooted closer to each other, and Di kneeled in between us. She grabbed her boyfriend’s cock and stroked it up and down, but leaned into mine and gave it a lick. She looked at Jane to make sure she was going to time the BJ. On Jane’s signal, she leaned in and took my cock in her mouth. The second she did that, I forgot all about Judy–my new girlfriend–and let Di go to town. She got me hard in seconds and kept sliding her hot mouth up and down my cock, the whole time stroking John’s throbbing.