I’m not mad anymore. It makes me horny, excited. I jerked off and fell asleep. Tomorrow is Saturday, a welcomed day off. I will be home pacing, Wait...ng. I wanted to go to F-Mans house. She left for work around 2. I waited…Just after dinner time I received a ping. F-Man sent me a message. It was a link. It was a live feed to his bedroom. I set up to record it. The bedroom was empty no one was in there but you could hear muffled voices, it was definitely Lori’s and a man’s. The voices were. I got us a room and as we walked in I locked the door behind us and moved close together...she took my hands and pulled me close to her , she leaned forward and we kissed...I could feel the desire within her as her tongue slipped into my mouth searching for mine...we embraced..her huge breasts pressing against my chest...her hands rubbing my back as we kissed...as our lips parted she asked..." do you want to fuck me"...I kissed her again and with one hand reached for her breast...holding it. Romero was always searching Craig’s List for dates or going to different sports bars and anyplace where ladies might hang out looking for dates, chancing embarrassment from the lady he might pick up.One thing about Romero’s dick was especially odd, even though it was very tiny when flaccid it wouldgrow to proportions that are hard to describe. Whenever he could persuade a lady to go to bed with him, his dick was sure to grow. It would never grow until it touched her pussy lips and then only. I couldn’t tell where my spent, weak, trembling flesh stopped and Cameron’s forcefully aggressive hardness began. Our bodies melted together, and at last – who knows how long it lasted – I actually passed out. In my unconscious state, the few seconds that went by seemed like endless hours in my mind. When I began to wake up into a foggy haze, it imagined that I had memories of an orgasm so intense that it seemed to actually last for days, as if orgasmic pleasure was now my normal and permanent.