. that was not my cum either, that was his.She thought i was k**ding.We headed back to the bar for another drink, on the drive she admited she had a l...t of fun, she enjoyed seeing the guy jerk off for her.At the bar I said, so does all cum taste the same? She said you know ive always wondered that, how should i know?I said baby, listen, i took her by the hand and looked her in the eye, i didnt cum untill i was in your mouth, you didnt spill a drop. She just kept looking at me, still not getting. “Oh fuck,” she whimpered, throwing her head back against the couch. Her mouth slightly agape, and her toes were curling. Her face was partially obscured by her hair. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!” Madison looked at me through the hair covering her eyes and cried out a final time before her voice cut off and she gasped. Her back arched and her toes curled as her orgasm hit. Her fingers flew across her clit as she fucked herself with her sister’s toy, abd her body shook in intervals; her breathing. Once the whole length of it is in, the tip right up against my cervix, I look up at the camera and the guy holding it. ”It feel really, really good in my pussy, baby”, words coming out like from a pornstar, hips gently circling around this hard cock. ”I'm gonna cum on this guy's cock,” I start moving up and down on it, both hands against his chest, tits shaking, fuck I'm such a slut. He moves his hips up and keeps thrusting into me, the camera on me the whole time. I've completely stopped. And he took things with me slowly, at my pace. He was the second guy I allowed to slip between my thighs (this time in a pair of nylon swim trunks), and grind me to an orgasm. At least 1 or 2 nights a week most weeks we slept together, either at my place with Tim and Jean, or at his house.And after almost 4 months, I knew it was time. We had gone to dinner that night, and then dancing. Jean had picked out for me the same red dress she had gotten me in Panama City. But she added a red garter.