Supper proved to be just as interesting as our time in the shower; although not as fun. Everyone wanted to hear about our adventures no matter how bor...ng they really were. They were all stunned when we told them about the smoke."Are you certain?" was the question on the lips of everyone who hadn't been there. It was quickly followed by, "Could it have been from a forest fire?"Vicky and I said we were certain and no, the smoke could not have come from forest fires. There had been too little of. Wait until tomorrow. This young stud’s training is far from over. In fact, she grinned to herself, rubbing her cum-covered pussy, it’s just beginning. After all, I didn’t get to be Training Director just by fucking Tim Rittenhouse. Although, that certainly helped, Gail inwardly admitted. Jack may have fucked her pussy with Olympian stamina, but Gail was going to fuck with Jack’s mind. And Gail’s cunning brain was an infinitely more powerful organ than Jack’s Herculean dick. By the time Jack. ....the female guest released my erection. stood at the side of a table full of strange women my exposed erection twitched uncontrollably. i desperately clenched my buttocks trying to prevent orgasm as I frantically held onto the silver tray full of expensive glasses. i felt the spunk surge up my aching shaft & my legs nearly gave way as the first of several uncontrolled ejaculations splashed onto the female guests tight leggings, the table cloth & finally dribbled down my shaft to drip off my. I eased her to the floor, where she rested on her knees, recovering. Once she gained her composure a little, she turned to face me and found my cock – hard, twitching, dripping and coated in her juices – inches from her face. She looked up at me with wide, dazed eyes and a small smile, holding a shadow of the wickedness it possessed not too long before. Her gaze rested on my manhood and her hands reached out, unable to resist. She was recovering quickly, I noticed with a smile. She squeezed.