‘You still here Catgirl?’ she said nastily as she strode through the living room on the way to her big double bedroom. ‘Oh stop it Batgirl. You ...an’t possibly still be angry with me after all this time…… and most people would have thanked a friend for arranging to have so many orgasms on one trip!’ Batgirl hesitated at her bedroom door, and Catgirl stopped abruptly behind her as her partner turned to give her a hard stare, ‘As I remember it, you tied me up…. yet again! ….. and stuck an engine. She couldn’t see the erection as the cloth was thick and went ahead to give me a pleasure bite for fun but ended up biting up my erect dick and I moved my crotch up in reflex and she lost her balance and was shocked to feel my erection.I won the game. She lost it as she lost balance. I slipped myself down to recover from the pains and she lie beside me wondering about my erect penis. I then stood up and went on top of her, lie on her back and spread her legs with mine and tangled them. I caught. I'm guessing they were best friends, but I could not really tell. I couldn't move, since I was in the middle of a huge gushing orgasm, and was fully committed to finishing... I'd never been able to stop once it started, no matter how much my girlfriend implied that I could. So I tilted my head down a bit, and pumped my cock harder, hoping it would make me finish faster.Just the opposite. It made me cum harder, but I was far from being finished. Their eyes watching every streaming shot just made. I'd read in romantic novels and other places about men carrying their lover into the bedroom or over the threshold. Karl never carried me anywhere, eventhough I'm pretty skinny. A real man could have carried me around easily if he wanted to. Harold carried me into the bedroom. But he did it without removing his penis form my vagina. It was probably very difficult for him. It was certainly very erotic for me. Every step was like getting shafted again. Only when he bent over to place me on.