The pain from the switching became more pleasure as the orgasm continued to slam through her body like a tidal wave. The orgasm was so strong and long...she passed out for lack of breath feeling like her own muscles was squeezing her lungs. The two men stopped using and abusing her worried they had pushed her too far. Buck put his mouth over hers and forced air into her lungs reviving her. Roy moved in front of her and asks. “Safe word?” She smiled. “No, don't stop. I am alright.”Buck and Roy. I didn't tell her that I was living alone. If she knew I lived alone and have become the voyeur of a pervert that I am and, no doubt, have always been, I didn't think she'd stay with me. Besides, I didn't want to broach the subject of lust and the topic of i****t over the cell phone. I don't trust those things. One never know who listens in on those wireless, mobile, personal, cell phones calls; electronics are beyond the scope of my comprehension.Besides, I'd rather look in her big, blue eyes. Main: kya galat hai buaBua: main tere sath ye sab nahi kar sakti.Main: bua humne itna kuch to kar liya hai ab apko kya achanak ye sab galat lagne lagaBua: nahi sunny bus nahiMain: bua khoon karo ya khoon ki koshish saza to 1 hi milti hai agar ye sab galat nahi tha to sex kyun galat hai ab mat roko bua mujhe bua mana karne lagi or mujhe laga k jaldi kuch n kiya to ye mauka to gaya hath se maine turant bua k boobs pakde or unhe zor se dabane laga main fir se bua k upar chadh gaya or ab unhe lip. I looked over at the clock again, 2:47pm; she said she would be here at 2pm sharp. Just as I was about to leave a voicemail yelling at her, I heard a knock at the door. "It better be her", I thought as I opened the door. Stephanie is just so beautiful; she has gorgeous hazel eyes and a head full of blonde hair. Her breasts are much larger than mine, her having nice full 36C cup compared to my small 32A cups. The only thing I think I have over her would be my butt. My eyes are just plain brown.