The first part went in smoothly and when I came to the thicker part of the bottle I thought I might go out of my mind as the pleasure shot through me....The width was a little smaller than my own fist and I struggled to feed it into my wet hole. God it was a tight fit and as half the bottle disappeared deep inside me I was overcome with my second and much stronger orgasm. I felt as the juices flowed over my hand that held the pop bottle. It was a very good cum but I was still hungry for more.I. Warmdribbles on my balls. Nice at first, but chillier wetness over time.Minutes tick by. Not unpleasantly. My complacency doesn't help. Icould, of course, hold her head and jackhammer. But that wouldn't bevery professional.My stiffness flags. But whenever I look down upon those seeking eyes,my erection revives. Eventually, we arrive at the pleasantlypredictable outcome. Christina neither plays the innocent by lookingfor a tissue in which to deposit my sperm. Nor does she seek. She definitely knew Sam and I were fucking. It occurred to me that leather couches had a big advantage. We went to the kitchen and threw the wet, sticky paper towels away and fixed two glasses of ice water then went to bed. We had looked in on Mom but she was already sound asleep. Soon we were too. Neither of us had to be anywhere for three days so we spent them making love, fucking, eating take out, and napping. Sam and Mom finished grading papers. Sam and I fucked before getting out of bed. ’ ‘I could have taken care of it.’ ‘I know you could.’ This time it was AnnaLisa’s turn to steal a little glimpse. She turned her gaze back to the road. Goddammit. Why did he still have to look so good, and why did it have to take him so long to finally learn to communicate? “And, on top of all that,” she grumbled, “my ther****t is on vacation.” Trent just smiled to himself. He’d missed her. A mile or so later, he pulled into her driveway and parked to get out. He walked her to her door and.