Laughing at the bishop’s joke made sense; talking nicely to each other scares me!”“Good luck, Mikey! I’ll say nice things at your funeral!”�...�I told Clarissa we should run away together! You know, go to medical school in some foreign country.”“Well, that’s ONE way to keep from getting killed!” Liz laughed. “And from getting laid!”I smiled, though I was happy Liz couldn’t see it, because if Liz really knew how Clarissa was thinking, and what we had already done, she might well have a different. After she had a moment to rest and catch her breath Anthony prepared her to finally take his cock. He sat back down on the couch and had her get in front of him on her knees one more time to suck him off. This time with more force. Pulling her head further down, gagging her and letting her go several times. He told me to get behind her and fuck her for a few minutes to get her a bit stretched out, as if that was going to help her much. Her being turned into a sandwich between two cocks was. Quickly the idea crossed my mind. But this is going to be gay sex, man bum-hole fucking, shitpit mining – what if he wants to fuck you, what if you dont get to fuck him…I dismissed my concerns as my cock was growing painfully large in my pants. “Okay” I replied just as we reached the top of his road.We got into the house and quietly went up to John’s room. Once inside, he closed the door and just like me, I could see his nervousness. The fast paced pumping of the vein in his neck told me we. For the third orgasm this night, she began to rub her clit to my direction. Squeezing her nipples with the other hand. I noticed that she kept her fingers to the outside and asked - whispered - if she ever put her fingers inside. She whispered, "no." I told her that it was a wonderful way to see what I felt when I had fingers or cock there that it was warm, wet, and silky, and she would love it. My hand touched her hand that was fondling her breast and our hands moved together to her cunt. Her.