I remembered how she walked away from me and how her hips swung provocatively in front of my eyes. I took off my pajama pants and felt my balls; they ...ere swollen and felt full. I remembered her sexy red bra and wondered if her panties matched or even if she wore any. I didn’t see any telltale panty lines, so maybe it was the hot thong I had dreamed of. My cock was rock hard by now, my hand moving up and down quicker with each thought. I heard her voice in my head telling me to stop by anytime. ‘Of course I remember! You made me beat you off outside in a snowstorm. How could I ever forget that?’ He laughed with glee, remembering. After all these years and he still had that laugh, tempered now to be sure and not as edgy, but still his. She smiled again, and again the feel of that smile on her face took her back twenty-four years. He was the only one who’d ever evoked that particular combination of happiness and naughtiness in her. Her son had come close when he’d still been a child,. She gingerly sucks as she grinds her vibrator. I enjoy hearing the noises as she hits just the right spots with the vibrator, taking more pictures of her as she gags on the cock she's trying so anxiously to swallow. She soon gets up and takes her place on the edge of the bed, while I take out and put on the cock rings I brought with me. I slide into her as she struggles to take all of me, but we find out right angles and spots and take from where we left off. Deep in her every time, she's. They groaned and a few more men joined them wanting to get the final suck and orgasm of the night. About 30 men surrounded Mark and they started jacking off. They had turned Mark over and laid him on his back. He was too tired to protest and just lay there looking up at all the men still surrounding him but grateful that he didn't have to endure them all fucking him. This would be it for the night.The men jacked off and started coming, painting Marks's chest, his dick, his face. A couple.