.and same result as soon as I put pressure on it her hips lifted and she groaned, I kept a rhythm up sucking and licking her clit in time with pushin... on the spot....at the same time she was sucking me and wanking Steve2 or vice versa.....and getting louder and louder. I backed her off a couple of times to prolong the pleasure for her and then away she went again bucking, groaning and panting with my cock in her mouth and Steve2's in her hand....stop, stop, stop again...we left her on the. Mark then got into some trouble and my parents would not allow me to hang out with him. He got sent to a juvenile home for a while. This story picks back up around a year after his trouble when I was out riding my bike behind the church we both attended. Mark rode up to me. It has been a long time man! he said. Yeah it has. I said nervously since I did not want to get caught hanging out with him. We talked for a while, sitting on the cover of the trash bin behind the church. It was another hot. Rather than the usual subtle washing over, my orgasm struck with a bolt of force, sending me into convulsions. I had no control as it pounded me from the inside out. I tightened my muscles bracing myself, not wanting it to end, riding the rollercoaster through the steep falls. My hips continued to rock, propelling me further along, continuing the ride, hitting bumps, curves, more steep drops. It felt like orgasm after orgasm. I just kept cumming and the harder I grinded, the better it felt.My. I’m glad you said that. Yes. I used to talk to my parents a lot. I miss them. I know they’ve probably been worried about me. I should at least let them know I’m still alive. It’s been more than four months.’ Bob listened to the lilt in her voice. There was concern there, but dread too. What a beautiful resonant soprano she must be. He wondered if she were ever in the church choir. He wanted to slap himself. He kept day dreaming. He knew he must be sick. She was all he could think about. He.