YES! I will marry you Johnny.’ Johnny’s eyes lit up as he danced through the malt shop telling everybody he could ‘We’re getting married!’ ...r. Markie the malt shop owner gave us a special ice cream sundae on the house. We sat and ate very quickly talking about how our lives together are going to be. We took the long way to Johnny’s house that day, Johnny telling everyone we passed on the street the good news. All the while we were walking we began making plans for our elaborate wedding. I. It was obvious my celebrity step-sister was giving me her best so I decided to show my appreciation by reaching round to continue playing with her sweet cunt, taking her breath away when I slipped two fingers inside.Mmmppfh—!" she moaned a little too loudly, her whole body jerking forward at the rough penetration. "Jesus Nat..." I gasped, shocked at how incredibly tight she was and realising I should have started with a single finger."Mm-hmm," she nodded.Natalie didn't seem to mind it a little. I got there at 8, and we didn't talk that much. Were we really fucking for 10 straight hours? I couldn't remember a time once we got into the bedroom where someone didn't have their lips on my cock, or cock in my ass, or where my cock was in somebody's ass or my mouth had somebody's cock into it. When we couldn't fuck any longer, I said I should probably go home. After cleaning myself up and getting dressed, we all decided we needed to do this again, and often (and we did a few more times).. This man was a maestro, playing a tune on my penis and then he started to massage my prostrate. I could stand it no longer. Groaning, my cum pumped into his mouth. Sucking gently he relieved me of all I could dispense, swallowing as he needed to. My knees had turned to jelly when David turned me to face his desk and gently pushed me forward. I knew what he wanted and bent over to give him access to me. From his desk he produced a tube of lubricant and a condom; I could hear the sound of his rip.