I answered the phone to the voice of a hysterical woman.“Eric ... Oh God ... I’m so glad you answered. I can’t get Dana on the phone. Ronnie had...a heart attack and...”“Slow down Nancy,” I said. “Are you at a Hospital?”“We’re in the ambulance,” she sobbed.“Nance ask the ambulance driver which hospital you’re going to,” I told her.“Cee-Cee-Cedar Springs of Michigan,” she told me.“Nancy these days a heart attack is serious but not always deadly,” I said. “It’s bad but we’ll get through it. Stay. Anne joined her left hand to her right and began jacking him, while churning her tongue around the head. She paused for a moment, lifted her head up and off and looked up at Stan again. "You like?" she asked, eyes deep pools of lust."God, yes!" Stan rasped-out before she began again, sliding slowly, languorously down his penis until her gag reflex threatened, then lifting up slightly and sucking, sucking, twirling, teasing.The effect on Stan was incredible. Too soon, he knew he was going to. That extra bounce could make having your cock between my tits a lot more interesting. If it is to jarring, I can always stop and try something else.”She squeezed my cock tighter between her breasts as I pushed the throttle up, and quickly found her rhythm, sliding up as we climb each wave, then sliding back down so I was thrusting in as we hit the water again. It felt about the same as if I had her on her back and was fucking her tits, but I can tell the extra force at the end was going to. Painfully, inch by inch the large object (casting my mind back, I decided it must be one of the dildos) made it's way up my arse until I felt as full as I ever have done. Then Dale began pulling it out and shoving it back in, increasing in speed as my dry arsehole began to adjust to the onslaught. In spite of myself I began to groan and moan."See, I told you he was gay."I couldn't believe the speed with which the thrusts were coming now that Dale must be a strong boy. My arsehole was becoming.