Something greater. Our friendship had slowly evolved into a relationship without us even noticing.Until one night.We pulled into the camping spot at L...ke Lanier and began unloading his F-250: his huge Yeti cooler, his collection of fishing rods, our sleeping bags, our packs and his big 10-man tent, along with the firewood and cooking supplies.We had decided to go camping in early March, a few weeks before our planned company skiing trip, and the weather had warmed up some from the frigid. You can see the shaft glisten when it pulls out coated with her juices. It is the most primal act that we perform as humans and I loved watching it unfold right before my eyes. He fucked her masterfully and put on quite the show for me. I got to see the balls in his sack tighten, that area behind them extend out as his orgasm was about to peak and watched him slam into her, seeing everything expand and contract as he released in her. It was almost a spiritual experience. When he pulled out, he. “At the low end, it can be tiny pin pricks of pain repeated endlessly. Mistress Lucy smiled as she saw Greg begin to experience the pain. “Pin pricks for your prick.”Greg felt the tingling, burning race of the current through his cock“But when I turn the juice up, the pin pricks get faster and faster. It’s like I’m drilling into your cock.”“Oh. Oh. Ouch. I mean. I’m sorry,” Greg panted. “Don’t be embarrassed, Greg. You’ll be saying much worse and sounding much worse before we’re through. ”“Is that what you call it?” the girl asked him incredulously. “Your talents?”“What would you call it?” he answered without hesitation before planting a loud, wet kiss on her lips. Nicole heard the weight of their bodies shift on the mattress. Then the bed began to creak again.“Jesus, Lance!” gushed the girl. “You’re still hard as a rock!”“Is that a talent or what?” he boasted.“You realize how crazy this is, right? So what’s your secret? Viagra? Oysters?”“Between you and me, a little weed never.