After some time the joy faded to the background and I became intensely aware of our lovemaking. That was when it hit me. "Steve, are you wearing a con...om?" Uh-uh" he mumbled. "You've got to stop." I will."He started going just a little deeper and a little slower. "I really need you to stop, okay?"Instead, he buried his face in my neck and his pace suddenly became something all too familiar. "Please don't...please..."He reached a hand to the small of my back as his other hand held me tight by. He was, he was now sat in an armchair looking at me a little worried. "What's up Mike?" I asked him.He looked puzzled "Erm were using condoms today right?" He asked.I looked up at Marlon expecting him to say something but he just lifted his eyebrow to me as if to ask "Well?"I knew Mike didn't want them cumming inside me but I wanted it. I didn't just want it, I needed it. I needed to feel their black cocks shooting their cum deep in me, I needed to feel them filling me and I knew that all these. At the graveside service I lost it, completely. As the casket was lowered into the ground I jumped up from my chair and screamed “Sasha!” before throwing myself on top of the casket. James, Roger and a couple of others dragged me out of the grave and fought to get me back into the funeral limo.I was broken and I didn’t care if I was ever going to be fixed. My Sasha was gone. Other than sleep, there was no reason for me to go home. There was nothing there for me, and the apartment was now. He removed his hand only for a moment, spitting into his palm he grasped his cock and began to slowly stroke himself.” Ohhhhh baby! Ooooooh!” I exclaimed as my passion pushed me over the edge. My entire body seemed to convulse from my very core as I came. As my orgasm subsided, I lay gasping for air. My entire body tingled.I leaned up and put my head on Kev's chest. He lifted my face to his and we kissed long and deep. He then pushed me back on my back and got on top of me. I opened my legs to.