And if not, it really didn't matter. The only thing that did matter was the person lying next to him, sweaty and sated and smiling.
"Hey ... we're gonna have to tell my parents,” Bill said. “You ready for that?"
"I can deal with your parents. But we're gonna have to tell mine, too. Are you ready for that?"
"Yikes. What about your kids?"
"We'll take it one step at a time, okay? They love you ... they'll be fine, I think."
"Yeah."
"Hey, Bill?"
"Yeah?"
"I always wanted to know what it was like to do it with Pan,” Mitch said, as a broad, shit-eating grin dimpled his cheeks, and his eyebrows waggled suggestively.
Bill laughed, instantly changing into his satyr-form. He concentrated, bringing his cock back to full attention, all thirteen inches of it. “Ask and ye shall receive, kiddo."
"Yikes."
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