Swallowing his spunk, I turned to face Justin, grabbing his cock I ran my tongue over his helmet and then down his shaft taking the care we do when yo... fancy someone. I licked the middle finger of my left hand, and in pushing it under his squatting position I fingered his ass, he groaned. Then the younger guy who was fucking me at speed said to him “Justin are you ready” he answered, “When you’re ready”, and then he pulled out of me and whipped off his condom.Shuffling round to the side of me. There was a toilet in place, but not hooked up to water. The rest of the room was pretty much bare.“I can certainly help you with this,” he said.“I wish there were a way to incorporate a darkroom in here,” she said. “I can’t get the pictures we took developed anywhere, you know.”“Yeah,” he said, smiling. “I suspect they’d raise an eyebrow or two.”“I’m really glad...” she said softly. “About what happened, I mean.”“I was hoping you wouldn’t feel guilty,” he admitted.“I don’t,” she said. “He’s. There I realized that I still had the spilled seed from my first bull inside, so the new stud's cock slipped a lot from the lubrication. Then I could get one foot out of my pants, to open more, which the stud took advantage of to drive the cock deeper inside me and began to accelerate the movements holding me tightly on the hip, until he crushed his body against mine and my body against the wall , in that classic movement of men, which is a tremendous push that stops at the exact moment that. Sam kept things going and nursed me through theweek. By the end of the week I was able to go for long periods withoutcrying. By Sunday I was starting to get angry and my determinationstarted to return. Sam's relief was palpable. She really thought shemight have lost me.Chapter NineteenWeek nineteen and I was starting to recover my old self. All the timethat I had been down Sam had called me Tom. Not once had she called meJen. As week nineteen progressed she started to call me Jen again in.