He turned out to be a 'spunk' machine and shot his load on his belly with each of my friends; telling each where their clothes were.They both ran for ...heir clothes and shot off.I have no idea why he left me to last, but I was totally fascinated by his cock and the spunk it produced each time.When it came to my turn, he told me to kneel beside him while he played with his cock and balls. I couldn't stop looking as his cock rose up again, a great thick pole. Then he told me to wank him. I. She tried to kick him again, but she needed her stomach muscles to pull her legs up, and they weren’t working right now with that damned sword stuck in her. In a fury, she bit at his face.“You killed my baby!” she screamed at him as he held himself just beyond reach of her teeth.He smiled at her and said, “Really?” cocking his head and beaming with immense self-satisfaction.“Bastardo!” Béla cried and burst into tears, defeated again.“Oh, I am so much more than just a bastard, Maria,” he said,. .....................Michelle was exuberant as Saturday afternoon melted away. The anticipation was building. She would soon be able to let loose and indulge in the raw pleasures of the flesh. Every muscle, nerve, and fiber in her body seemed to be on high alert with ever-increasing sensitivity as six o'clock approached. She chose her outfit for maximum effect; a tight red top, black skirt with a silver belt, black stockings, and bright red heels. Checking her look in a full-length mirror,. Forever. Justin began to take his shower, and it was only at this point that I stopped to consider that... Damn! He might see MY wife! That wasn't part of the plan.Men's swimsuits are pretty flimsy. They're lined, but it's good for nothing. They don't hold the equipment steady. I have no idea what other guys do, but this means that I have to wear underwear under my swim trunks, and even then, if I get a hard on, it's very obvious because of the swimsuit material clinging when it's wet. This.