He worked out, and it showed, just enough. His penis, when hard, was long and thick. I saw it many times, felt it when he was lying on me, but nothing...more - the rules we set up made it clear we would never take it anywhere further than making out.On the dancefloor, I saw him take the girl's hand and leave. A quick blowjob, perhaps? I decided to follow them, like I always do. I walked quietly until I found them on the stairs leading to the floor below. She was on her knees, jerking him off. I moved my hand into her bush and I felt the wetness of her pussy my cock sprang back to life again. I was again high on my spirits.She gave me a small blow job again and I felt I was back with all my pressure. I pushed her on the sofa and I took the top position. She spread her legs and I was ready with my spear to hit the target. I took her into my arms and tried to enter her but my cock needed guidance so sheheld it and guided it into the wetness. As soon as I started to push in she gasped. ,legs, waist and my head and neck were fixed into position.In between allthis I could feel arousal beginning to start,Jo saw this, smiled andsaid make the best of it,it will not happen again.I could not move myhead,and even if I could have I could not have seen what they were doingbecause of the size of my breasts.Jo told me everything what was being done,they started by giving me aPrince Albert piercing finished with a heavy duty steel ring welded inposition,together with,half way down my. I mean, it was supposed to be my own private space, right? I didn’t see why she should be always raising a stink about my bed not being made, a cluttered desk or a few clothes dropped on the floor. If she didn’t like it, all she had to do was avoid looking into my room. But she didn’t see it that way. Every morning after breakfast, she’d stick her nose in the door and give my room the once-over. If it was looking the least bit chaotic (her word), she’d insist I take care of the problem before I.