Mike asked me to masturbate while he fucked me. He also told me to wait for him, so we could cum at the same time.Mike told me I felt very dry and he ...amped up the speed. His pelvis smacked into my ass hard. I began to masturbate much harder. I was getting close but Mike wasn't. I tried to slow down but the urge to ejaculate was overwhelming. I grunted as cum erupted out of me. My head jerked backed with each pulse. Cum juice pelted my chest and abs. Mike ran his fingers through it and had me. Not that that was any worse than I'd treated him before... but I felt it was important to convey a feeling of equality among the guest stars. Why should a black poodle be given special attention over, for instance, an orang-utan?Aside from what I've mentioned so far, the other thing that set us apart from the run-of-the-mill nature show was our content. We didn't pull any punches... none of that pussy footing around the North Woods in shoe-shoes, using radio receivers to locate. While walking back to the office Randy pulled me aside and told me to head on home. I started to protest but after a stern look from Randy, I reluctantly agreed to take the bus home. Fortunately, Cheryl overheard our conversation and she intervened, giggling, "Come on Randy, don=t be so mean. He won=t get in the way, will you Mikey?". Hoping for a chance to watch my wife=s adultery unfold before my very eyes I responded, AI=ll do nothing more than mix the drinks, Randy. But, if you say go, I=ll. . you-know... up my... mmmm! I'm proud of my gender now, too, so, please, call me RD-Girl! Is this YOUR table? Here," she said, climbing up on top, "Let me give you a free table dance! Just for my superhero friends!" I'm not... , " the Crimson Blush muttered while she, well, blushed. " I'm really not comfortable with this." Oh, sit! Enjoy! We have a hot woman dancing on our table!" But she-- she-- she used to be a man. One that I really respected. A hero of a man. A man that meant-- well,.