"That was fantastic!" I decided. "I can't believe I didn't cum!" Me neither," Jimmy sighed. We were on our backs, side-by-side on his bed as we caught...our breath."You liked it," I said. "Right?" Yeah," he agreed. "I loved it, but..." But what?" It's kind of pointless, isn't it?" he asked. "I mean, if we never cum or whatever." Well..." I laughed, having no answer for that. "I've heard of this before." What's that?" There was this drapera I saw once..." What's a drapera?" Huh?" I smiled at him.. He kept staring directly into her eyes as she felt the warmth of his fingers growing closer to her now wet and awaiting little hole. Looking over at *****s wife, seeing she was not even paying attention, lost in her conversation, oblivious. Her head is jerked back from looking at her, making her gaze into his eyes again. She feels him rub his fingers skillfully over her wet spot and clit, almost making her cum right then and there. You need to move closer, and he pulls her chair swiftly and yet. Most of it went down his shirt and pants and he dropped his mug. I think I heard it break after I ran past him." Yeah? Damn. It was probably his lucky mug, too. Got tossed while riding a bull at a rodeo a few years ago and it trampled him. He got away with a two-inch scrape on a rib. Through some chain of events that makes sense only to Ricky, he gives the credit to that mug and has called it his lucky mug ever since." Really? Oh, GOD! Now I can't leave the house for the rest of the summer!". However, it seems as if my last orgasm was too loud, as Nightwing stops Peter and stands, letting his still-erect cock kiss the night air. Peter pants and shudders, and visibly resists jacking himself off as he cools down from a near-orgasm. I think of running, but the thought escapes as Nightwing grabs me by the arm and pulls me out of the bush. She looks me over, and roughly tosses me towards Peter. I stumble, and barely manage to keep my balance as my knees shake. ‘Do you recognize her?’.