Josie started to moan louder as she said she was Cumming her head started to lash about as I held her hips and exploded a huge load into her making he... scream and shudder like she was going to have a fit, I could feel my load pour into her pussy as Carole cum as well, Josie's body was covered in sweat her hair stuck to her face unable to breath properly she managed to say she had never been fucked like that and wanted to be fucked like that again when hubby was away.We all went up to the. She was twenty-two and in college and she wrote poetry. When she first told me, I rolled my eyes. She had no fucking idea what poetry was. Probably wrote about unicorns and fairies and true love and all that shit. That was more like literary masturbation. It wasn’t real. What was real was writing about the fucked up shit, taking all that rage that builds up inside of you until you want to scream, and putting it onto words. That was beautiful. Not fucking sonnets about roses and shit like that.. ” I remarked. “You’re not exactly John Pinette either.”“Who?” she asked, still wincing in pain as she bent her back from side to side.“Never mind.” I dismissed her.“So what happened?” Molly turned her attention back to the bed, glancing under it.I glanced too. “Shit’s broken.” I replied, getting a lowered eyebrow from her. “It looks like a particular spot was stressed. I could probably fix it, but I don’t think I could have it ready for you by tonight. I’d need to get a few parts.”“Oh, no,. Jessie looked down at the guys limp cock resting between his legs. It didn’t look particularly big and had a cute little tube of foreskin hanging over the end hiding the knob of the penis. What was notable, Jessie thought, was the large amount of dark black pubic hair surrounding the guy’s dick - above and below. When the young guy noticed Jessie looking at his dark pubic bush he ran one of his hands through it and said, “I call this the Forest of Fangorn ... from the movie ... Lord of the.