Cathy howled like a werewolf during full moon as the blood supply to her nipples and clit was restored.I was impressed by the variety of sounds Cathy ...ad produced, but I was also glad for her that her ordeal was over. And I was looking forward to seeing my friends' faces at the next poker evening."Now that we've sorted out Stan's grievance, let me ask you, Cathy: Don't you have any complaints about our friend here?"Helen was kneeling in front of me, holding my cock in her hand and fitting me. ” And they all laughed.Scott stayed in the house. I had insisted that his penis remain locked up all day and evening. He wasn’t happy about that.Later, from the balcony upstairs, I saw Kimberly and her boyfriend down below, kissing in the hot tub. Two of the other girls were also messing around with two of the other guys. But unlike the other two girls, who were both topless, Kimberly kept her tank top and bikini bottoms on the whole time that I saw.My evening with Scott was fairly quiet, but. She moaned and her body tensed as the waves passed over her. She recovered after a few minutes passed.. She pushed gently against my chest and said, “It’s my turn to make you feel good.”“I like that idea,” I said.“There’s something I’ve wanted to do for some time,” she whispered suggestively. She took my cock into her mouth. I moaned as she sucked me and caressed my balls with one hand while with the other she grasped my ass. She sucked me hard, then soft, then licked my cockhead and then the. The crack echoed through the air. Everything else was silent. His cheek flushed as the man gripped his face tightly, forcing him to look him in the eyes. ‘You,’ he spoke with a voice like steel and gravel, ‘you have the eyes of a storyteller. What stories do you hold inside that skull of yours? Or do I need to slice it open?’ The young man’s eyes went wide. His lips fumbled about, producing no sound. Finally, he found words, and spoke. ‘No! Uh, I—I had an idea for a story about a boy who grows.