It didn’t take me long to cum as I watched Deloris finger fucking herself just a few feet away.We ordered pizza and Deloris stayed for dinner. After...two more blowjobs from Candy we took Deloris home.That evening Candy suggested an early bedtime so that we could fool around and wake up to fool around in the morning too. I thought that was a good idea. We sixty-nined then took a shower together. Candy put on her cut-offs and climbed in bed with me. In the morning we had over an hour extra to. That began to change after a while. We started hanging out more, we defiantly became closer friends during that year; he became my best friend where before we were just friends that occasionally hung out. As our friendship developed we were constantly talking about the girls that we wanted to fuck (and honestly neither one of us ever did). As we talked about these girls over time…of course these conversations became more detailed. We even talked about banging the same girl at the same time.. But the proof was in the pudding. She’d really done it this time. Just as she’d felt that incredible second orgasm hit, something twisted and seized inside her, clamping down hard. Her fingers had been in her pussy, two of them, deeply. She hadn’t had time to be astonished at what happened next. Almost simultaneously her pussy had sprayed its payload in all directions and she’d lost consciousness. She’d have to visit that website again; the one that described the sexual/medical conditions,. Donohue. You've been having all of the fun.I haven't." I immediately drop to my knees as ordered. I start to cry again. This can'tbe happening. What did I do to deserve this? I was just watching TV mindingmy own business. The man drops his pants and underwear and orders me to suck on his cock. Ifind this revolting and can't bring myself to do it. Enough is enough. Youhave to draw the line somewhere. And this is where I draw the line. "Suck it," he orders. I can't. I won't. He can't make me.