All day Sunday he was in the studio, doing that painting for Toby Jenkins as I sat in front of a mirror practising the art of making up my face as a woman. Plucking my eyebrows was the worst part. We had got up early for him to start as soon as the outside light was strong enough and he didn't stop for lunch, but kept on painting till the light started to fade from the sky. As with nearly every establishment that was open on a Saturday, he stayed closed on Monday's and this day was also spent on the portrait while I went to the bank.
I was quite pleased at how much of this picture he had done in the space of two full days and knew that he would have it finished by the following week. Not a bad payment for four days work I thought, excluding the cost of materials.
Wednesday night, I went, as prearranged, off to dinner with Mark at Tracey and Diane's flat and we had a good evening. It was during the meal that it came out that Diane had found out that she'd a flair for writing. She had quite a bit of spare time as it were when sitting in the dentist's reception that she turned her hand to writing a story that was built around one of the tales I had told them at our last dinner.
It was quite frankly pornographic and Tracey had loved reading it and helping with the diction and the typing of it. When the discussion came about trying to get it published, Mark said that he could set aside a machine at his father's place for his own use and print it there. Tracey said that she could sell the book through the shop where she worked while they looked at me for more ideas as to some story lines.
I can write about heterosexual behaviour and also that from a lesbian point of view,' Diane said, but can you give me some input with the view towards male sex?' I stuttered a bit and said that I possibly could, thrown a bit at this suggestion and wondered about how far could I go in describing what I felt like in the middle of having a cock stuck up my arse. I said that I would try and then had a brilliant idea of asking if the book was to be illustrated or not. Well they were all for it and so I was to ask James if he could do some drawings to be included in the final draft before publication.
I'm not going to go into all the details and thoughts that we threw about that evening, but I did phone James and told him that I would be a bit later than usual and would tell him all about it when I got home.
I asked what kind of pictures they wanted for the book and Diane read some passages that would help and I knew that James was more than capable of doing these and so that part was settled. We all spent at least an hour writing out suggestions for stories and plots and sub plots that would keep Diane busy for a couple of months at least.
Diane also promised to run off a few copies on the dentist's copier for James and myself to read to select whatever to do some illustrations. The suggestion was then mooted about that one retail outlet would be insufficient and that we should start a mailing list which would mean advertising and would need a name to publish under.
Erotica was the first name that appealed but it was later changed to the Adult Reading Society Editions. A.R.S.E. to be the acronym in our advertising blurb. As all the books would be pornographic, it was as good as any name for the business that we appeared to be setting up. Then came the crunch as to the cost of this advertising and this was then estimated as to be around ten thousand pounds. Mark was willing to put up half and could I help find the other half. Tracey and Diane were not in the position financially to help in this matter. I had savings of one thousand pounds in the bank and so wondered if I could get James to invest the other four.
Apart from this initial investment, Mark was willing to absorb the costs of printing to take it back out of the eventual sales and once all starting costs had been recovered, we could split the net profits between us.
It was two o'clock in the morning when I did get home to find James in bed but still awake. I then had to prove that I hadn't been wasting my strength by fucking somebody else and then let him have me as a relief for himself. Then we lay awake talking till nearly five about what I had been discussing, what had been said and suggested at dinner.
I was surprised that James went for it straight away with only one provision, that being that his name was legible as the illustrator in every copy that was published. He was even ready to give me a cheque for four thousand pounds there and then without even reading any of the material that Diane had already written. With me now feeling like a happy bunny having fucked and been fucked by my partner, went off to sleep.
I did a most daring thing on the Friday night and that was to clear one section of the window of the gallery and got James to fuck me there in the window. I was almost hyperventilating as I put on the female underwear and dragged him downstairs to where I'd already made the space and went down onto my knees in the very front window. I was that close to it, you could see my breath on the glass as I steamed it up.
Being the lad he was he took the dare and got behind me and slid in and fucked me. What a sight that would have been if anyone had walked past that night to see the proprietor of the gallery stuck up the arse of his partner there in the front window. Well at least that was the gallery taken care of in my locations of the house to have sex in, though he threatened to beat me with his belt if I ever suggested such an outrageous thing again. But I think he also got a vicarious thrill of us doing it there but wouldn't admit it.
Saturday I went out and bought one of those little machines that you could record on and so for the rest of the day while the gallery was open, tried to say into it how I felt about having sex with another man which was for Diane's benefit for a story.
Sunday was spent in the studio where he worked on the oil painting as I perfected my make-up technique and found that I was getting better at it each time. We spent half the night on the studio bed as we fucked each other while I was in full make -up and in my new underwear.
Monday, at work in the bank, Mark called in and gave me a package which was a copy of Diane's first book which James and I read avidly that night and then did, or rather assumed some of the positions that she described in the book. One was simply impossible and so she would really have to know just how two men had sex together or the book would get laughed at and it could possibly hamper future sales.
I mentioned this to James and asked him how would he feel if we were to video ourselves having sex, and would he mind if Diane was to see it and so be able to write properly about the sex act between two men. He thought about this for a while before coming up with something that I wasn't too sure about myself.
`What if we had someone else film us doing it together?'
Whoa there,' I said. Isn't that taking it a bit too far. All I was talking about was us setting up the camera and then doing it. I didn't mention anybody else being involved.'
`I know what you're saying, but how is she going to describe seeing a hard cock as it is slowly moved in and out of your arse if you don't have a close up of the event?'
`Why not my cock moving in and out of yours?' I countered.
It doesn't matter to me one way or the other,' he replied, deflating the argument that I was building up to. It's just one cock fucking someone's arsehole or one mouth sucking and getting the sperm from a rampant cock. Who gives a fuck who's arse, cock or mouth it is?' To that I had no answer and bowed down again to whatever decision he would come up with, though I wondered if I would be able to perform with somebody else watching.
`Do you have anyone in mind?' I quietly asked.
`As a matter of fact, I do, though I wondered if you would rather have your friend Mark do the filming?'
`Absolutely not! He's seen me raped and this is a complete different kettle of fish. No. I can't ask him or want him to do this.'
`So would you do it if it was somebody you didn't know?'
`I don't really know, do I?'I countered.
Okay then. What if I did the filming while you had sex with somebody else? Now don't try and tell me that you haven't had sex before with a complete stranger.' It was my silence that confirmed that I had done just that at some time or another as I couldn't find words to deny the fact. So if I brought an old friend of mine home, would you have sex with him at my agreement that it wouldn't affect our present relationship, would you do it?'
You are my husband,' I said in a low voice and kept my head down as I spoke. I am your wife and will do as you tell me.'
`Timothy! That's not an answer!' he cried.
Well what do you want me to say?' I screamed at him. That I'd say yes just like that and have all your old friends round to have a sample of your latest wife by sticking their cocks into me and telling you how wonderful a fuck I am?' He slapped me then. It wasn't a gentle one either and it knocked me onto the floor as it was so unexpected. He was quickly kneeling down by my side and cuddled me as I cried. More from the shock than the actual blow which was only a momentary sting.
I'm sorry my darling,' he said as he kissed me and stroked my cheek where his hand had landed. I'm sorry, but you were beginning to get hysterical. I didn't mean to slap you that hard, really I didn't,' and he held me tight as I cried at us having our first fight. I sobbed and let him placate me, hamming it up a bit as I think I did really deserve that slap as I was beginning to get somewhat bitchy.
`I'm sorry for what I said,' I mumbled through my tears.
`No. It's me who should be sorry for what I suggested.'
No. You were right in what you did. I was speaking out of turn. We'll do whatever you suggest and I'll make sure that whoever it is, he will enjoy and remember the night that he made love to Timothy, the Greek warrior,' I joked, giving him a wan smile as I spoke. Though I don't exactly feel like one now.'
He smothered me in kisses and refused to let me make dinner and when we got to bed, it was all that I wanted in the way of sex. It was for me to call the shots that night.
I didn't go to work the next day because of the bruise to my face, I phoned in sick. Neither did I go to dinner with Mark and the girls, and I let James know that I was not a very happy bunny that week. But I forgave him and gave him a special sex session that next Friday night. We also had sex in other parts of the house that weekend to add to my total of rooms and places we had done it in. There was still quite a few more left but I did wonder how he would fancy it out in the garden which I was saving up for the summer.
His next surprise for me was when I got home the following Tuesday to find that the oil painting that I thought was a real tour de force, had been sold to the excited Mr Jenkins and been paid for in cash. Not only that, but he had gone out especially and bought something for me which was up in the bedroom.
All sorts of things ran through my mind as to what he'd done now and was really pleased to find that it was a dress that he'd bought for me and it was a really lovely one that would go well with my wig and my eyes. Though why would he buy me this expensive dress when only he would be seeing it was the question I asked myself, not knowing the real reason behind him buying it. I found out the following night. Now I had tried the dress on and found that it was a perfect fit and that, I thought was that, but this night he told me to do my make-up and put on the sexy underwear.
Thinking that we were going to go over the same route as a prelude to sex, which I wasn't going to say no to, did as I was told. After a shower and a hair wash, I sat down naked at the dressing table and did my face as he had taught me and I was very happy with the finished product and even pouted and gave myself a smile in the mirror.
Then I got my usual erection as I slid those stockings up my legs and fixed the tops to the belt. Next came the bra and the new dress, fitting it snugly over my hips and smoothing down the front and sides, quite pleased that my cock didn't show through the material. Then I put on my wig and made sure it looked right before slipping my feet into my new shoes and showed him how I looked as a wife should to my mind's eye.
Perfect,' he said. Absolutely perfect,' and I noticed then that he was fully dressed too and I couldn't help but be surprised when he passed me a handbag.
`What's this for?' I asked.
`A woman always carries a handbag when she goes out with her husband.' I was stunned. Going out? What did he mean?
`Out?' I stammered.
`Yes dearest. We're going out to dinner tonight and I must say you look most radiant.' Well flattery will get most people going at most times, but not to me at that moment.
Are you crazy?' I almost screamed at him. I thought I was just getting dressed up like this to please you. Not to have other people looking and laughing at me,' I cried.
`Nobody will laugh at you Timothy. You'll more likely get propositions because you look good enough to eat, now come on. I've already rung for a taxi and it should be waiting outside.'
He took my arm and guided me out of the bedroom and before I knew it, I was outside for the first time in my life wearing a dress and looking like a woman, and boy, did I feel self-conscious. I'm sure that the taxi driver kept eyeing me up and when I whispered this fact to James, he whispered back that it was because I was looking really beautiful. I was still feeling uncomfortable and then got another shock when the taxi pulled up outside the club I normally went into when dressed as a man.
`I can't go in there!' I whispered fiercely to James as he pulled my arm out of the taxi and stood there petrified as he paid the driver. I wanted to run back home and hide but he wasn't going to let me for he took a firm grip on my arm and led me inside. I was thankful for the fairly dim lighting as he led me to a table and pulled out a chair for me to sit down.
As he went to the bar to get us a drink each, I looked round and saw several faces that I knew and I got quite a few stares back. My stomach was churning away at the thought of being recognised but those that I knew, didn't give any sign that they knew who it was under the make-up and inside the dress.
James returned to the table with a large gin and tonic for me which I gulped and almost finished in one go.
`Steady on there,' he said in a low voice, his hand resting on my arm. I'm sure he felt me trembling, more so when I saw a man I knew from dealings in the bank come across to our table.
`Hello James, don't see you in here that often,' he said, his eyes running over my face and body and I almost had cramps in my stomach.
`No, that's right. I'm just showing my guest round town. Er, Tammy, meet John Allbright. Tammy is the cousin of Timothy. You know, Timothy in the bank?'
`Of course. I thought there was a slight similarity. How do you do Tammy,' John said as he extended his hand. I just caught myself in time from rising because a lady does not stand up to shake a man's hand.
Very well thank you,' and I could feel my voice shake as I spoke. It's nice to meet you.'
Well I won't stay as I can see you'd rather be alone together,' he laughed. You should come in more often James.'
`Well I would if you were to buy a painting or two from the gallery,' he laughed. I could hear that it was a false bonhomie between the two and guessed that John was just curious to know who it was that was out with James. I gave out a sigh of relief when he left us to go back to his own table, glad that James hadn't invited him to sit down with us.
`Now that wasn't so bad, was it?' James said, not expecting any answer as I finished my drink and held up the glass for another. I needed it.
`So my name is to be Tammy when I'm dressed up like this?' I asked when he came back to the table with the fresh drinks.
`It's all I could think of at the time,' he apologised.
Well it's better than what I could have been called,' I grudgingly admitted. How long are we going to stay here for me to be ogled at?'
`You should be flattered. All the men I'm sure are envious of me for having such a beautiful woman sitting here beside me.'
`Are you sure that this is not to just flatter your ego and try to prove to the world that you are really a heterosexual?' I asked somewhat snidely.
That too I must admit,' he said with an impish grin on his face. But what a laugh it is, all these men lusting after you. Doesn't it give your ego a boost too?' With the second drink in me I had to admit to myself that he was right. It was a boost and wouldn't they have red faces if they knew that it was another man that they were ogling and fantasizing about. We finished our drinks and got up to leave and I just couldn't resist giving my hips a swing as I walked past the other tables on the way out.
The restaurant we went to was only a block away so we walked there, my arm through his like any two lovers out for a stroll. I was pleased that I didn't see anyone I recognised in there and we had a very pleasant meal. I nearly had a heart attack when I went out to the toilet for a pee, because I automatically went into the men's room and when I saw another man pissing in the urinal, realised my mistake and had to stammer out an apology and quickly went out and into the ladies.
I was still shaking when I got back to the table and told James. He gave out a roar of laughter and my face must have gone bright red as other diners looked at him laughing fit to bust. Apart from that, the outing went very well but I was glad when it was time to leave and James had the manager phone for a taxi.
I was still shaking when we got inside the gallery front door but more from excitement of actually having done what I'd just done. Me, a man, going out into the world dressed and acting as a woman and getting away with it. I found I had got an enormous erection and I also wanted James' cock up inside me. I dragged him into the back gallery and bent over and lifted up the back of my dress.
`I haven't got a condom,' he said.
`Fuck the condom! Just fuck me, now! I need you James,' I pleaded, my bare arse offered up to him. He didn't hesitate and I heard the zipper of his trousers come down and the next minute, his prick was nuzzling my back entrance.
`Now James, now! Hurt me! Let me feel that you love me,' I urged, and was gratified to feel him push hard against my back orifice and slide into and fill me with his throbbing penis. He rammed and bucked into me until he came, panting and jerking me hard as his come splattered my insides. I gave out a cry when he pulled out and went into the downstairs toilet to wash himself. I lifted up the front of my dress and jerked myself off till I came all over the gallery floor.
He fucked me again an hour later in bed but much more slowly this time and I revelled in the soothing balm I felt as his cock slid inside my back passage and really knew that I loved this man behind and inside me.
It was another story to pass on to Diane at what was now becoming a monthly event again of us having dinner at the girls flat. I also passed over the tape I had dictated about my feelings as a homosexual when I'm with another man having sex.
I was also now posing for James on a Sunday wearing the underwear for him to do his sketches and drawings to be used as illustrations for the books that Diane was writing. There were many positions I had to assume for these, on my knees with my head thrown back as though I was having a cock from behind and another in my mouth. Then I would be as the man with an erection doing both to the woman in the drawing which James put together nicely. They were simple line drawings but very powerful in their effect of this woman being serviced at both ends by two men.
It was on a Friday afternoon, well almost evening when I got home from the bank and on entering the gallery, found a strange man inside, sitting down and talking to James.
Timothy!' James cried out and got up and gave me a kiss in front of this stranger. We were just talking about you.'
`Saying only nice things I hope,' feeling my face flush at this blatant display of affection in front of this other man.
`Meet George. George Carstairs. An old friend of mine.'
`Old lover you mean,' I said quietly.
`Old. Long past. Just friends now,' he said just as quietly. This George had risen from his chair and was now just standing there and looking me over with frank approval and I did the same and wondered if there was still a spark between the two of them. He was about the same height as me but more solidly built. Dark hair and a lovely pair of blue eyes. His smile appeared genuine and it looked as though he looked after his teeth as well as his body.
`I'm pleased to meet you Timothy. I've just spent the last half hour of being told of your virtues and now seeing you makes me believe that they are all true.' It was said with a smile and it didn't sound at all condescending.
`Did you also go to the same college as James and get the letters B.S. after your name?' I asked with a smile as I shook his hand.
`B.S.?' he queried.
Bull shitter,' I said. He laughed, and it was a genuine one and it was rather melodious and I instantly took a liking to him. If you're a past lover of James, then I'm honoured to have been elevated to the same high plateau,' I said.
`Look at who's now coming out with the bull shit,' George laughed which was joined by that of James.
`Come on, let's lock up and go upstairs,' James said still chuckling and I knew then that George was going to be a part of us over the weekend and we would probably be doing some filming for our home video. I let George precede me up the stairs so that I could get a look of his bum even though it was covered by his trousers, and I liked what I saw.
`George is a chef by the way Timothy,' James said as he followed me up the stairs and was pleased that he gave my bum a stroke. Instead of going into the small sitting room, we congregated in the kitchen and made ourselves comfortable. James opened a bottle of wine and poured out drinks for us and then asked George if he would be willing to spend the weekend with us and went on to talk about the video idea that I had spoken of.
`Cameraman or participant?' he asked.
`That's up to Timothy,' James replied.
`Oh, thanks very much for throwing the ball in my court. Whichever answer I give will upset one of you. No. George or yourself can decide. I'll just be the piggy in the middle.' I looked at them both as they exchanged glances and I guessed that it would be James with the camera with him already having known George in that sense. Apart from that, he would get a vicarious thrill of being a voyeur of watching his present partner having it off with one from the past. The downside being that he could hold it against me if things ever changed. I didn't know which way to turn in this if he did decide to hold the camera.
I've got a funny feeling that I know what is going through Timothy's mind,' George said to break the silence that had descended over the table. If there are no objections, why not make three films?'
`Well done Solomon!' James cried delightedly. Then in a flash, another thought crossed my mind.
`It could be four films,' I said.
`I can see three, but what would be the fourth?' James asked.
Well you know the last set of drawings you did?' I asked of him and could see the light beginning to dawn on him. I would be dressed as in those and then the two of you would be in the frame as it were. Though the camera would have to be in a fixed position, but you could always add bits like some close ups and then edit it on the final video.'
`Brilliant,' said James.
`Shouldn't we have a rehearsal or something,' I said somewhat shyly, giving George a smile.
`I'm all for that,' he smiled back at me.
After we've had dinner,' James said slapping the table. George! The kitchen's all yours. Earn your keep for the weekend and the side benefits that will accrue.'
George smiled and set to work and gave us such a fabulous meal that I, never in a month of Sunday's could have turned out.
I did the dishes while James sorted out a tray of drinks to take through to the bedroom with them then waiting for me to finish the drying and putting away the things we'd used.
With this done, the three of us went into the bedroom and I wasn't quite sure how we were to start but took the bull by the horns and got undressed first and lay naked on the bed. It didn't take them long to follow suit and divest themselves of their clothes and I was pleased to see that George was as big as James and I had this lovely tingle run up and down my spine and a warm glow start in my belly.
I like to think it was George seeing my naked body that made his cock start to rise and I found that mine was copying his by getting as big and hard. James was nearly always in the state of having an erection so it isn't really worth commenting on the fact.
`So as I am supposed to be dressed as a woman having two men, which will be doing what to me?' I asked as the other two got onto the bed either side of me. As I said, I was to be the piggy in the middle and I kept turning my head between them, seeing their faces and erections, like mine, hard and lying up on our stomachs.
`Well George is our guest, we'll let him have first choice,' James said.
`Thank you. I'm honoured. Timothy, could you roll over please?' George asked and I did as requested and shuffled myself over onto my front, keeping the cheeks of my arse together so that they looked as tight and firm as possible to the two men who looked and then began to stroke what I was offering them.
`I'll start this end if you've no objections James,' he said as his hand kept on fondling my bum. So with that decided, I watched as James passed over a condom and I saw it being rolled down on that large cock of George that I was soon to have stuffed up my backside. When it was on and snug, I raised myself up onto my knees, opening my legs for George to get in between and James moved round to be in front of me. His cock was waving about and I could see the little clear translucent pearl of pre sex begin to come out of the eye which is like nectar and have quite often taken my own pearl onto my finger tip to suck off. It's almost like honey it's so sweet to the taste. So this I licked first before the action started, loving the way his piece bounced about in front of my face at just the touch of my tongue to its tip. The foreskin had been stretched back so that half the head was exposed and it was almost turning purple with the amount of blood that was pulsing through his penis to keep the thing up.
Then came the touch that I was waiting for. A gentle brush at first and then came the nestling of the head of George's covered cock at my rear entrance as his hand came up to my hip. I took a deep breath and relaxed myself as he pushed forward, widening my hole to accommodate the large head and then it was in and the rest of him easily slid inside my passage until his thighs came up to the cheeks of my bum.
It was lovely having my backside expanded that big and to be able to feel the throbbing and heart beat of somebody else inside my own body. I gripped that tool with my sphincter muscle and held him as hard as I could as I let my breath out and opened my mouth for James to put his cock inside it.
So filled at both ends, I was transported to heaven as they both began to move in opposite directions. George's thrusts into me from behind pushed me forward so that James' cock went deep into my throat with every push. It was lovely to be loved and used this way and I revelled in the fact that I was now being a very happy fucked bunny as both cocks ploughed in and out of me. George up my arse and James in my mouth and throat.
George came first in a flurry of short sharp jerks as he held me tight, almost making me bite down on James who came a moment or two later. George filling the condom while James filled my mouth with their outpouring essence. There are not enough superlatives to describe how I felt as they both came and filled me with happiness as well as their sperm. I was transported to another planet and wished that the fucking I was getting wouldn't end, the reaming of my backside or the rasping of the cock against my teeth. But it did end, much to my dismay as first George pulled out and then James. I couldn't help but cry out at this double loss and quickly turned round and pulled the condom off George to suck on him and get a little taste of his seed before it was lost forever. He was still hard and yet soft enough for me to get my tongue down under the foreskin and run it round to reach the erogenous zones and have him give out a groan as I teased and sucked out what was left inside that still throbbing beast.
The next bit was just as good because as I lay in the middle of these two gorgeous hunks of men, I still had my erection as yet unused and I had them both now begin to kiss each other over the head and around my held upright cock. I watched for a bit as two pair of teeth nibbled each side of it, moving up and down the shaft until they reached the swollen head which was tongued and teased many times. Their own tongues touching as they licked at me and each other at the same time. Taking it in turns to bob their head down over it and give it a suck and it was then that I lay back and closed my eyes and gave myself up to the pleasure of having the two of them suck on me.
`I'm coming,' I warned them after a few minutes of their ministrations and I looked down and watched as they lay on their sides, their faces just an inch or two away from my now glowing fiery head that was really throbbing now. They kept it upright as I came, the sperm shooting out and I watched them trying to catch it. Their mouths clashing as the tongues kept flicking out to catch and taste my coming. A lot of it splashed back down onto my body though quite a bit coated their faces as more came out for them to try again. They missed most of it but I had the pleasure of them licking me clean after the final drop was squeezed out for them to have a final suck on me.
It was an hour or so later that we made a daisy chain. Lucky me got to be in the middle. I'd put my condom on and had the pleasure of stroking George's backside, parting the cheeks and looking at my target before placing the tip of my cock to the hole and then pushing myself inside him. He was nice and tight and I'm glad that the condoms we had were well lubricated, otherwise I might had torn it as I moved and slid right in till my thighs reached his cheeks and could go no further. He was hot inside and he knew how to use his muscle down there and kept squeezing my length as it slowly moved in and out of him. He gave out a groan of pleasure as I fucked him and so did I when I felt James begin to finger my back passage.
So I paused in my fucking of George and lay on his back and waited for James to push his large erection into me. It was quite difficult to relax my sphincter muscle while I had my cock up inside George and so it was a tight entry and not exactly un-painful, but it was worth it when he finally got his whole length into me and I loved this position I was in. As James now began to fuck me, I was fucking George but not really moving much as it was James who was creating the movements and so we were joined in doing what I deemed I liked the best. That is fucking someone and being fucked myself at the same time.
No words were spoken and all we could hear was our panting and gasps as a certain erogenous part inside was touched by that ever probing and moving hard cock. No words that is until James groaned out that he was ready to come and that triggered me off and so as I was held in a tight grip by the waist, I held onto George in the same way as James jerked into me and I into George.
It had been agreed that George would get to fuck James after our bout so after James had pulled out of me, I made him keep his condom on for a little while longer as I then pulled out of George and had him pull off my condom to suck me clean. He then donned a rubber and got behind James and I had the pleasure of helping to guide his heavy pulsating piece to the rear end and help insert it into James and watched as it slowly disappeared until their torso's met. Then I lay underneath James and pulled off his condom so that I could see the sticky end of his still erect piece, the head glistening with his come and went and sucked on him as best I could with him moving about as he was being reamed by George.
It had been a good session as James and I both sucked on George's cock after he'd come inside James before we all lay down again to regain our breath before we talked over at how nice it had been and what we planned as far as making this video over Saturday night and all of Sunday.