I emerged fully a second time, allowing my dick to dangle a bit, and then back in again. I was nearly there. ‘Oh, Bam,’ Mimi cried. ‘You’re so...big!’ I began to pummel her relentlessly. I could feel the nut butter swelling up inside my testicles. Onward I charged, back and forth. In and out. Tearing her up. My dick swelled and Mimi began to cry. It was time. ‘I’m going to cum, baby. I’m going to cum!’ I thrust into her and blasted her insides with my gunk. The release was indescribable. My dick. Mark pulled his cock almost all the way back deliciously slowly, before shoving himself hard and fast, into my lubricated hole. He continued to fuck me slow and hard. “So, little lady you gonna come walking down blocked off roads again?” I heard one of them say. I started shaking my head furiously, my mouth too full of Jimmy’s dick to speak. He started fucking my face now, grabbing my neck, feeling and prodding his cock further into my throat, almost gagging me. It forced my eyes to bulge and. He dropped to his knees, pressed his ear to the wet patch at the front of Sandra’s knickers, and said, “I think your cunny just spoke. I’m sure it said it wants to meet old Woody. Come on,” he said, getting to his feet and slapping her arse playfully, “Get your knickers off. I think it’s time we introduced Woody to your honey pot.” “You’ll have to catch me first, you dirty old codger,” giggled Sandra, before shrieking then making a dash for the kitchen table. Her plump tits, streaked with. The bartender saw the pain I was in, and bought me a drink. She was tall, brown hair, brown eyes, amazing rack, and well tight curves. I wanted to talk to her, but I was so scared. Scared of rejection, scared of this lonely life I was living. After she bought me another shot, the alcohol made it easier to approach her. I asked for her name and she told me she knew what game I was playing. I apologized profusely. She told me to calm down and that she was just joking. She said her name.