After a few minutes of this, Stan’s twat began to ripple powerfully around my cock, his bum also began to tremble, and his breathing became deep and...ragged. That finished me off, two further hard strokes and my willie convulsed and shot its load inside Stan.We crawled into bed and canoodled together before falling asleep, only stirring about three hours later. Although both randy and wanting more, we showed restraint, just enjoying the fantastic memories of popping each other’s anal cherries,. NO! I try again and again even though I know it is pointless. “Shit!” How did this happen? And then, it hit me. I turn to look at surfer boy. He looks confused. “What’s going on?” He remarks. “I’m sorry.” I take a deep breath holding back my rage. I am about to blow. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before. My name is Gretchen, but people call me Gretchie. And you are?” I ask failing to stay calm and collected. “Oh um, I’m Ian. I’m visiting my cousin Chris and had to wash my swim trunks.” I nod. “What has gotten into my wife?” I sit there thinking to myself. I have never been so aroused in my life. Not to mention, exhausted from a BJ. Apparently, I end up falling back asleep, most likely with a huge grin on my face. When I awake, I just lie in bed, feeling so relaxed, trying to remember every moment that took place last night. I’m relieved it’s the weekend, knowing I don’t have to work today, being Sunday. My wife comes in the bedroom, with breakfast, already prepared. "This is all too. “And isn’t he neat?”“But that’s impossible,” the girl protested. “I wasn’t near him.”“Miss Kraft, let me explain,” Susan said softly. “You see, Jeff Collins is my life. He’s my driving force. Without him I’m nothing. It was his incredible power in me that affected you. If anything ever happened to him, I would die. You see,” she said happily, “if he were to die, I would have to join him as soon as I possibly could to be with him throughout eternity.”“But what if he were headed for Hell?” the.