.." OK, OK," I said, cutting him off as I started to feel queasy. "I'mstill struggling with the fact it was done to me at all. I don't needthe gory de...ails. Where's Cindy now?" I'm afraid she's dead. She had cancer and she didn't survive."I wish I could say a felt a sense of loss, but I didn't. She hadapparently been my friend and hugely important in changing thedirection of my entire life, but I had no memory of her whatsoever."So how did you and I end up together?" The way two people usually. She now was on the ground (Pacca) of the bathroom and masturbating with full energy. “Ssssssss…..aaaahhhhhhhh…uuuuuhhhhhhhh…..aaaaaooooo”. This continued for half an hour. And finally she ejaculated with force. I was lying behind the door, masturbating and kissing the clothes my Randy Mausi left behind before moving in the bathroom. The sounds, she produced gave me ultimate pleasure. Suddenly everything stopped. By then, I was off my pants and shirt. To say the truth I was all naked. Before I. ” “Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me.” “Harder. Make me cum again.” “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I held Carol against the car by her slippery ass, and hammered the full length of my cock into her love hole. “Do you like that?” I asked, now out of breath. “Do you like being fucked by my big cock?” The only sounds heard were Carol’s moans, and the slap, slap, slap of my balls striking against Carol’s ass, thrust after thrust after thrust. Carol’s words of pleasure became small whispers of need. “Yes.. Go ahead!" He smiled and patted her encouragingly on the leg. She sent him a nice smile in response and lifted the bucket cautiously over his head. He followed her movements with an expectant look. Jenny poured carefully. She grimaced when the first small streams of pee hit his head and face and trickled down his body. In order to keep the floor free of pee, she tried to pour directly on to him, but, oops, there a splash hit the floor! Pipp-Thompson opened his mouth. "Must drink as much as.