You could tell they were nervous, like they done something wrong.We get there, with the other three at the back door. I knock on the door, and the nur...e opens it, and ushers us into the 'cold room'. And yup—it's fuckin friged. The bois start in on me--'what's up dawg—we do something wrong”? “Fuck ya'll---you fuckin sick and don't even know it”? “Are ya'll this fuckin ignorant, or just plain STUPID”? “You don't tell nobody you don't feel right?? Fuckin stupid”!!! Now we got a fuckin melting. Your brain shuts down as the head of your cock becomes the center of your universe. It's the only thing you can sense. Time stops as her swallowing reflex pushes up on the bottom of your cock with her tongue and massages the top of your head with her soft palate.Every spurt of cum initiates another round of this delectable massage, starting another cycle of spasms, which in-turn starts another cycle of massage. For a few seconds you start to think that this is some sort of infinite recursion. "The rest of Saturday, all three men struggled through their planned activities. Will actually did golf that day, then took his kids to the mall for dinner and a movie. Trent had another gig that night and had arranged for thirteen-year-old Josh to be there while he played. Bud had asked fourteen-year-old Cameron to go with him for an overnight camp and fish like his sister had the previous week. Cameron had shown no interest, so Bud had dropped the idea. Francie, however, was so eager to. I wasn't used to having anyone in bed with me, so any movement got my attention at once. Immediately my cock rose to attention."Ready for the next experiment?" Betty rolled to her back and opened her legs in answer. This time, I plunged right in and we began pounding into each other at a fever pitch. Twice more that night, we awoke and conducted another experiment, each time taking a little longer. As the sun arose, streaming through the East window of her bedroom, it almost took my breath.