Her canal walls had gripped my penis tightly like the cotton strips on a mummy. I could feel every inch of her insides, every muscle contraction, ever... mind-numbing orgasm. She had squinched her eyes tighter and her mouth was almost grimacing. It was pain and pleasure and I let her have that. I couldn't fuck her. I couldn't make love to her. I couldn't move. I felt that if I stroked at all, I would rip her stem to stern. This is what Sting calls Tantric sex. Making Love on Xanax. I ran my. Nobody says that about you. Nobody remembers you as being particularly, uh, active in the last year or so.”“No sir,” I said, hanging my head, remembering what I had been. “I kind of looked at what I was and decided that wasn’t what I wanted to be.”“Sobered up,” Alan stated.“Yessir. That, too.”“Look, I sort of understand some of this, Jerry. Here’s what I want. I want Terri NOT to be hurt. I don’t want you engaged in a felony. I don’t think Terri will push things hard, and I KNOW you won’t, will. I growled my delight. Her hips swiveled, stirring her cunt around my cock. Lasla knew how to please me. I pumped away at her cunt. I drove my dick to the hilt in her again and again. She moaned, her passion echoing through the common room, mixing with the princess’s groans.“Gods damn,” I groaned. “Las’s cock, Lasla.”“Mmm, your cock, brother!” she moaned, squeezing her twat around my thrusting dick. “That’s perfect. Just ram that big shaft into me.”“And when are you going to ram it into me?”. Claire was an attractive redhead, with the characteristic freckles that say, "This ain't no dye job." I may have flirted a bit. I felt a stab of jealousy from an unexpected quarter, and pled other responsibilities to cut the introduction shorter than it might have been otherwise. The girls said goodbye in the driveway while I returned inside.Inside the house once again, the girls were talking about Brenda's Mom. Jessica said that she loved Claire's complexion and hair color, but would hate to.