#22932 - It was their habit to take turns; now this time, John would be the one to take his turn, as jogging shorts, socks or shoes were quickly removed and cast neatly to a hidden side; before they knew it, John found Virgil’s fine legs wrapped tightly around his upper thighs and Virgil was trying hard not to bite on his beloved’s shoulder in delight as he felt himself being completely filled by John’s member, which inerrantly found its home in that small space of warmth. I’d like to take a break with Fermat, but he’s in one of those: ‘I’m-totally-dedicated-to-science’ mood today,” his voice betrayed his own sulky mood, a mood that he began to feel this morning, when Fermat had informed him of his plans for the upcoming day. As he fell silent, it seemed to him like for a time, a million thoughts were running through his head, having to do with questions such as why, or how long.