" I was again blushing.We each took one of the double beds and I kissed her before turning out the lights and taking off my pants. Our bags being at t...e airport, we had no nightclothes except our underwear. Shortly, I could hear her crying. I sat on her bed and patted her and ran my fingers through her hair. I squeezed her arms.She sighed, "Please hold me."I lay down beside her and pulled the covers up. With her back to me, I could pat and pet and stroke her. She liked me to rub her scalp and. Had she gone insane? Maybe it had all been a terrible nightmare, she thought until she moved her legs and felt a twinge of pain between them. Running her hand down to her aching womanhood, she found that her inner thighs were coated with a film of thick, creamy sap. Then her mind crazily lurched back to her union with Mohit... God, had it really happened. She knew it had. What an afternoon. But why was it getting light. Suddenly, she realized that they must have fucked all night long and now it. We weren’t married, thank goodness, and no kids, but we were living together, with high hopes for both in the foreseeable future.Leigh and I had met at a Simon & Garfunkle reunion concert. How two members of Gen X became such fans of a group that technically hadn’t existed for years has to be blamed on our Boomer parents, whose playlists, while containing many Sixties acts, were probably 50 percent Simon & Garfunkle. I think they played “Bridge Over Troubled Waters” so often as a lullaby, that. I see that he is still handcuffed and his hands had started to turn a bit purple. As I was noticing this, you roughly pull the butt plug out of the teen boy's ass and replace it with your cock. As you pump his ass as deep as you can, I take his head in both my hands, sticking my fingers into his mouth to hold it open and force his mouth onto my cock. I can feel the wetness of tears on the blindfold, and the drool on his cheeks. This turns me on a lot and I begin forcing his head down on my.