At twenty-six, Chuck and I were both the same age and had gone to the same high school, just like I had with all the Tanner kids. While I’d only bee... vaguely aware of the Matt back then, Chuck and I shared a few friends in common and had been friendly acquaintances. Violet, the youngest Tanner, lounged in a battered floral armchair, her bare arms and legs all akimbo. She was only a few years younger than I was, but somehow always seemed so sure of herself. Violet had an easy way with people, I. The morning came of my first nightshift and I allowed myself a long lie in in order not to get too tired that night. The house was quiet and warm and so I just drifted and reflected on the turn my life had taken and tried to remember the feel of the ladies I'd penetrated over the last couple of weeks. I then had to get up and have a shower to calm down my cock as the very thought of the ladies I'd had, had gotten him so rampant as to be almost painful. Downstairs I made myself some breakfast. The penis jolts upright in reaction due to the air being blown..straddle the bed, guiding my still throbbing and very sensitive penis to your shaved bald pussy.. thanking me for getting her all nice and wet-ready for the action about to ensue. you press down with your pelvis bone and the clit on my penis and start gyrating your soaked pussy against my injured cock. Your clit presses against my aching cock as I grab your ass, moving my body with the motions of your pelvic rotations. you look at. John pulled back. “Hold on,” he murmured. “Let’s not waste this.”He got up and rummaged in his equipment. He located a second recordingheadpiece and slipped it on. He plugged in the recorder, and picked up theother headpiece.He took off the headpiece I was still wearing, and replaced it with theother recording one, and plugged it into the machine.“Will this work?” I asked. “Can you record two people’s sensations on thesame.