He thought it was quite funny, him fucking you whilst I was standing there watching.’ ‘Sorry, I don’t understand. I didn’t know you were watch...ing us. How long were you standing there, watching us?’ ‘Dunno, a couple of minutes maybe.’ ‘And you did nothing, said nothing?’ ‘No, I was waiting for the opportune moment.’ ‘I still don’t understand. What opportune moment?’ ‘Just before he thought he was about to cum in you. That’s when I thumped him the first time. The wanker thought I was a fucking. “Harder” you beg and my arms are aching but I strive to fuck you harder and faster, the way I would like if the tables were turned. You’re whimpering now and Oh god.. I really hope I don’t sound this pathetic when I’m being fucked but somehow I doubt I could because I don’t pretend to be all macho like you do. You’re wanking yourself off now for what it’s worth and I can see an end in sight. “Tell me what a useless little prick I am” you ask me because you need to be humiliated if you’re going. ”“What else should there be? I love you. That’s it. You. It doesn’t matter to me if your name is yours or not. I was lying in bed last night thinking how I was going to tell my parents that I don’t know if your last name is really your last name. Then I realized that it didn’t matter as long as we loved each other.”“Well, then I love you too and I have for a long time and if you give me the chance I will impress the heck out of your parents so whatever last name we throw at them, it won’t. One summer years ago we went three weeks without the trash man emptying our recycling bin. He took the trash and the compost, but for some reason he'd objected to taking our recyclables. My wife was irate. She called the waste management folks after he'd gone off and left us with a full bin the first time and been told there was something in the bin which wasn't recyclable. So she went out there and sorted through it - item by item. She found something way down at the bottom which, sure enough,.