"Missy may not be in a mood to share. Even if she is, I may not be able to share.” I understood. Missy had gotten hurt somewhere inside, and well, r...ommates or not, I was still a guy. I just couldn't understand how something I'd found so gread could ever taste bitter. Maybe that's what happens when you go in expecting the crème brulet and end up with jello. My first time with Jane I'd had no expectations yet received everything. And more. I ended up with Jane. Plus I'm a guy. Sex just doesn't. Aaaahhhhhh…..yes, yes…..ooohhhhhhh…”Corey picked up the pace and after a few minutes I could hear his breath start to catch. Then, with a growl, he shoved his hips forward and exploded into my pussy, blasting several ropes of cum deep inside me. I could actually feel the force of his cum spurts pelting the walls of my cunt.I smiled dreamily, enjoying the aftermath of my delicious orgasm, as Corey continued sliding his dick in and out of me until his nut sack was finally empty…..and there was a. Diablo had begun the long steady rhythm with his tongue that meant business. His dogpecker hung at parade rest and in mid-air beneath his sleek stomach. Diablo had been sheath-cut as a young pup and the normal weight of penis was enough to pull it down. Now, with the growing weight of his blood-gorging cock, it was a truly sensual sight to behold. The hairy outer sheath hung down about four inches, and from its T-slit opening hung another four inches of thick dogpecker. Its pointed tip held. Then it felt like rolling pins were being used up and down. All the while the director was explaining things to the guests in a clinical way that I didn't understand. He spoke French to them on occasion. I wasn't sure how long I had been on the table, maybe an hour or so. Suddenly the machine works stopped. The cylinders drained and detached themselves from my breasts. I felt hands drying off my breast with a warm towel. I was glad the manipulation was over and I noticed my breasts felt.