We've gotten pretty close by now so we were drinking, having a good time and she starts telling me about how her boyfriend is getting really clingy. ...After boring details, we kissed. We made out. But it didn't go further. The next day we didn't speak or the day after that. I guess, I thought, I must have really upset her.. Whoops.Well, soon Jennifer came to my door, "Sammy.. I shouldn't have kissed you, I'm sorry." and I said "no I'm sorry. It was my fault. I knew you had a. ” “Yes, sir,” I sighed, still bathing in the afterglow of my orgasm. He moved away from me and I listened to his footsteps as he crossed the room. He fiddled with something for a few minutes, distinctively picking things up and putting them down again. He was agonisingly taking his time. The longer I waited, the more frustrated I became. I tried tugging at my restraints, nothing moved. After about five minutes, when my orgasm had completely subsided, he walked back over. I could feel his body. I heard many sex stories of her with other men and saw a few and one day when I was 19, we all were there at my grandmother’s house. It was 8 at night. I went to pee outside, it was dark as there was no power. Then I heard my chachi going into the kitchen and slowly her cousin followed.The kitchen was outside the house, just a few yards from the house. They did not notice me in the dark and they both started having sex in the kitchen! I could see a little bit of action through the window via. And its quantity. It's out of control the amount of cum. It's too much. And most of it lands straight on his tongue. He can smell the blob on his upper lip; it smells strong. And it comes from another man. He can't breath. And the taste, pungent. She's milking what's left out of his shaft. With his mouth full, he realizes how inadequate the term “milk” is to describe the act of stroking the semen completely out of a penis. He had always liked the word, how it made cum seem rich and delicious,.