"She had me trapped inside her hot pussy. The feeling was wonderful and getting better. I felt the diaphragm each time she slammed down on my cock. Th... resistance was interesting. I then felt the sperm boil out of me and I started spurting rope after rope deep in her pussy. I felt each spurt. There must have been 15 of them. I had never counted them when I jerked off. She was in her orgasm now and had her eyes shut, her head was back and her mouth was open. She slammed down on my cock and just. As he approached her, he was sure she was a bonny lass. She certainly wasn't fat, although certainly not thin, and she had a very impressive pair of breasts. Paul didn't think of himself as a tit-man, although when he and his mates discussed what it was that they liked most about women, he'd never quite decided if he might not be. He didn't have Dave's attraction for arses or Baz's for thighs, and he was self-aware enough to know that a pretty face, however bonny, wasn't enough without a good. As I lean back, I think to myself "that wasn't so bad right? There, fantasy complete. I can move on."He then tells me that if I lick his cock, from the head to the base, and back again, he'll give me another $5. He's still wearing his boxer briefs, and I can see his monster starting to swell. It's clearly outlined through the thin white material. My heart is pounding, my gut is wrenched, and I start telling myself "no, I'm done, let's get up and leave!" But I don't. I'm stuck in my seat. Not. Right, she thought. Here’s a tough one for you, my girl: can you accept Matt sharing himself with another woman, if that was what he was doing? She felt tearful again. She imagined seeing a quizmaster, standing on front of him, and being asked to pick one answer, Yes, No, Maybe. ‘Maybe,’ called Courtney out aloud. ‘Yes, I’ll be coming to bed shortly,’ Matt called from the office. ‘Maybe,’ she whispered. ‘I picked maybe. Am I that much of a fool?’ Well, if there had to be another woman in the.