He would pinch my nipples till they were stiff and sore. After half an hour I felt my balls building up cum.I didn't want him to stop,but at the same ...ime I wanted the feeling I got as I came. I started breathing quicker, he asked if I was ready. Yes I said, he wrapped my balls tight and slowed down some. When I started to stiffen up he stopped and squeezed the base of my dick tight. Not yet he said. When I calmed down he said to finish my homework. I was confused and mad that he didn't let me. His mind had taken that movie and turned it into a bukkake party. Original. I'm sure there hadn't been a party like this one anywhere. I told him it was a great idea and he told me that since I tried so hard to help him come up with the next idea, I got to be a center. But he wanted another one. This was going to be a double centered party.I called one of the new girls Mike had found for one of his parties and asked her if she'd be interested in this one. I wanted a new face here. Don't get me. But the true reason for my visit was slightly more superficial. Unlike most people, I absolutely love vegetables, especially ones grown in an organic garden. Ever since I could remember, my father grew far more vegetables than he could hope to eat all by himself and, every year, he would give the excess cucumbers and tomatoes—just to name a few—to his friends and neighbors. But as eager as I was at the thought of stuffing my face with fresh, crispy veggies, the true reason for my excitement lay. I keep myself fully shaved."Uh, yeah?" Lyssa mumbled as I started shaving."Yes, I thought maybe I'd get you one thing, but then I thought of something else. You know, sometimes it's justso hard to decide," I rambled aimlessly on, and then satdown, spread my legs wide and applied shaving cream downone side of my lips.I could hear Lyssa breathing just a few feet away, but I didn't look over at her.Gently, I ran the razor along, taking off what almost non-existent stubble there was. Then I rinsed.