Nothing too fast. While I hold his cock upward, I reach down with my other hand and cup his balls. I hold them in my palm, feeling their weight…...letting them rest there for a few moments. I curl my fingers up alongside his sack, behind the balls. I hold gently the whole package, gently, but firmly. I like to squeeze just a little, but not too hard. While I have a good hold on them, I tug at his entire scrotum… not too hard, but a nice, long stretch. Then I cup everything in my palm. Mike released his knees and clutched at Harry's upper arms in pain as Harry continued to plunge his massive monster cock head deeper and deeper past his tender anal muscle. I sat up to watch Harry as he fucked deep in to Mike, Bob stood on the side of Harry and guided my face to his erect cock and demanded 'Suck this since you want to watch.' I stretched my lips around Bob's huge cock head and tried to suck on it. Harry adjusted his arms to hold Mike's legs up and lowered his body down. Perhaps, I picked this bitch because I’m nuts. I pass out from the pain and as my consciousness wanes, I have a vision that drives me insane. Her pussy is much tighter than a fortress. My cock does not receive the access code. Her eyes are brown, but they almost seem frozen. That statue girl, her Zen has got me cold. Please speak. Fuck me. Kiss me. Tease me. Wake up, girly. Your sleep kills me. The mirrored walls of a funhouse surround us. Will they release her from her mind’s abyss? Her lips. "Now whaddya need?" he asked me, waving a fat cigar in my face. "I need to tell you a story you'll never believe." "Doubt it, remember, you're talking to the guy who practically invented the police- state conspiracy." "Oh crap, man, do you still believe that?" "More and more everyday." "Yeah, sometimes I see what you mean, but anyway..." "Anyway?" I told him my story. I could see in his eyes first disbelief, then, slowly, acceptance and concern. "Shit man," he said, "I can't say I believe.