Laying on the sidewalk was a small, green ring. Roger picked it up andexamined it. The ring was smooth and cold. At first glance it seemed likea simpl... green metal ring, but Roger suddenly noticed three smalldepressions in it. The were circular and looked like they used to holdsmall stones. Roger tried putting the ring on, finding it fit fine, ifmaybe a little loose, on his ring finger."Looks kinda cool. When I get home I'll look into options for colouringmetal. It would look better if it was. Jerry started off slowly pumping but even that gave way to the heat of the moment. By the end of it, he was power fucking me like a jackhammer. The thought of a teenage guy with a 10" cock fucking me down as hard as he could was too much to bear. I shouted, "OMG OMG OMG.. I'm soooooo fucking cumming right now!"Jerry managed to safely pull his cock out of me and leaned over and quickly grabbed the towel. As best and as fast as he could manage, he wiped off his dick, lightly coated it with some. Her stomach bulged out slightly and Chloe feinted with her last sight being a pair of black balls pressed hard against her face. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she passed out as he kept pumping sperm into Chloe, a little bit dripping out each nostril with every thrust. Chloe woke up still arched over the side of the couch. She looked at the wall and saw a whiteboard with a tally going. 64 ticks were up on the board and she saw a line of assorted men lining up to spill there loads into her. I vaguely recalled that shortly after I left home to find work the other side of the country, Jazz had married – a showman, I understood – in a travelling circus. Every few weeks, the whole kit and caboodle would move on, a convoy of trucks loaded with dismantled rides – dodgems, waltzers, chairoplanes, and so on – and towing the big caravans in which the circus staff, including Jazz and her husband, lived.A consequence of this peripatetic existence was that she and I had lost touch, mobile.