The fucking resumed in earnest. Blondie’s thrusts tookon a hard, rapid pistoning action into me, I felt likeI was gradually going to be bounced ...ff the end of thebench! I gripped tight with my arse, and thecontractions in my cunt caused Blondie to thrustfaster. Bouncing as he was back and forth on leather pant’s rodhe was now groaning loudly, and Leather Pants had hishands gripping him by the shoulders, thrusting inperfect rhythm. My suspicions about him being faggywere right and. I made lots of silver chains and combined them to make large loops. Some were so large and heavy that they could pass a battleship or an aircraft carrier through in one piece. Whether it had enough power to do this or not was a different matter and I planned on having the chest near if not connected. In case this was not possible, I used shorter sections of chain so that I had more silver boxes in a given loop. I hoped these were just to store power but I had no proof one way of the other. We. At the same time Scott gave a deep thrust and a loud groan. His hot cum filled me as my cunt milked him dry. Once again I collapsed on top of Kevin. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight against his chest. Scott remained on his knees behind me for a long moment, before he rolled over Kevin’s leg and lay down next to us on his back. I moved to Kevin’s side so that I was nestled gently between the two large men. Scott turned on his side so that he was spooning me, his arm around my. She carried a tray with two large glasses and some pickings, and as she moved to the table, her eyes settled on her son's obvious increased swelling, 'He must be having a wet dream', she casually remarked, I smiled, 'Perhaps he is thinking of his mother and his auntie', she handed me the glass, 'Either way', she remarked, 'It looks like he is going to explode', and we both laughed.She sat down and started sipping her wine, her eyes resting on her son's cock, 'You know he has no shame about.