" "No, I'm not," I said adamantly. "Then why are you so hard?" he asked, looking pointedly at my crotch. Until then I hadn't realized I was hard, but ...here was no doubt I was rock hard and wishing I hadn't worn sweats which couldn't conceal my bulge. I stammered, rattled, "I-I-I'm always hard." "Only cock suckers and faggots get hard from sucking dick," he opined, a big smirk on his face. "I'm neither of those," I protested, getting angry again. Partly at the name calling and partly at myself. I was only a one time weekend lover. She does not know that I can still remember what it felt like to feel her body against mine, as if it were yesterday. I can still taste her in my mouth. I became aroused just being in the space with her. I also pondered why was she here!I watched her everyday. I could feel her. Her scent as she came in. My mind always wondered to a space and time. That weekend was like magic.With everyday she came to the office. I grown to feel for her more. More then I ever. As she went out the front door, the others slowly started to filter in to the kitchenWhen Beth, Cindy, Tricia and Chad were there I said, “the party is really going to start now!”With this trigger phrase my obedient slaves were ready for commands.“This is silly, we’re all family! Let’s get rid of all this cumbersome clothing and get comfortable!” I told everyone. Everyone happily agreed and got undressed, the sight of the six nude girls was having the desired effect on my cock! Fueled by the. We both stared at our crotches as I grabbed hold of my shaft, and then rubbed the head of my dick up and down along the crack of Bea's sopping-wet pussy a few times, just to lubricate the head of my dick. When I let go of my shaft, Bea removed her hands from her pussy. And I leaned over to place my chest on top of hers, with my head right beside hers, on the pillow.And at that point, I was so mentally excited that I was already very close to orgasming. Using only my hips, I pressed the head of.