I could see her breathing get heavy. That was enough for me to have one of the best orgasms ever. I didn’t even have to touch my cock. The cum rushe... out of the tip so intensely that I just lay down and watched my cum drop down on my chest, neck and the bedsheet.I couldn’t record that, but I told her about it. I stained my bedsheet, but it was worth it. She was glad I cum like that. We then said goodnight to each other and went to sleep. I slept so well that I only woke up the next day with. "Jen I need your help with the Julie thing. Call me when you get a chance."Just as I put the phone down I heard a high pitch screech from the front yard of my cabin. I also heard the sound of the trash can going over. Before I ran into a pissed off raccoon, I decided to check the front of the cabin with the surveillance camera.What I saw was a ball of fur rummaging through my trash. It was the wrong color and marking for a raccoon. Since the cameras were black and white. I wasn't sure of the. Some harmony was better than others and this reminded me of Diana Ross and the Supremes but I didn't know if I could pull this off with some of the later Afro/American dialect.The girls did have talent but I was not the one to make an assessment. I wasn't even sure how good my girls were or even the band. There's a lot of difference between very good and professional. Sometimes the difference was just in attitude.Sylvia's parents both came to pick up the girls and they stayed to chat. They. Just as my third climax erupted, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my entire body, Jeremy grabbed both hips and slammed his cock as far as he could inside me…holding it there for a second as he erupted, shooting rope after rope of cum into my pussy. He pulled it out to the tip, then slammed it back in, holding it there again as he pumped another load of cum inside my cunt. He did this about four or five more times, holding his dick inside me each time as he shot stream after stream of.