He drew back, a fresh grin on his face. "Did that hurt, Renee?" he asked, squeezing her injuries for emphasis.The girl whimpered, although she couldn'... speak. She wanted to hit him, or spit in his face... something, anything to show he hadn't won.But he had.The boy released his hold and she sank to the floor. He caught her by the hair before she could scrabble away, and jerked her head to his waist. "Suck my cock," he said. His other hand released it from his jeans.Her lips wrapped around his. They were then replaced by the black head I had so recently sucked on, and as I stayed still, the cock inside me plunged steadily in and out in rhythm with the maintenance man’s thrusts backwards onto pleasure and forwards into pleasure. This time Carl and I were the passive partners, pleasured by the thrusts and lusts of our new men, and I somehow managed to hold off when the maintenance man’s bowels began to spasm around me as he thrust back hard onto my cock while lifting Carl up to bury. Give me a call when you get up sleepyhead!Love J"Jim fell back on the pillow with a smile on his face. She certainly had it wrong about who was the caring lover he thought. When he turned and looked at the clock, his smile faded as his eyes fell on a picture of Sally. A cloud of overwhelming guilt suddenly enveloped him. He closed his eyes and sighed then looked at the clock. It was already 11 am on Sunday morning. He would normally have been at Sally's gravesite for his weekly visit by this. Robert said, "I don't understand. What just happened?" Your hand missed its target. That would be quite a useful thing to be able to do to your opponent in a fight - so all his punches missed, for example - but unfortunately it only worked on you because you were relaxed and moving slowly. In a combat situation it'd only make you veer off target by half an inch or so, which wouldn't make any practical difference. That's why I said I didn't think it was a big deal, but Sensei likes it because he.