He'd kneel between us and slip a hand into each woman's slit and tickle our G-spots. The first woman to cum wins. The second woman to cum wins, too! (...nd Paul would always win, as well. The sight of two females writhing in pleasure, one on each side of him, never failed to arouse him. Sometimes the game was so erotic for him that he'd cum without even touching himself, his cock spurting jism onto the bed and whatever hapless female body part that was there.)Usually, I'd cum first, but Sara. Like now, at that very moment, as she continued to stroke her soft hands down over the smooth white flesh of her voluptuous young nakedness, an imagined conception filling her fevered mind of what his penis, in an excited desire-hardened state, would look like. It would be longer and thicker than Rodney's, Mark was that much bigger a man, and it would be solidly hard, hot and throbbing in her hand as she slowly pulled back its foreskin to reveal the moistened, purplish head with its tiny. He wondered if other people in the building heard her, and he didn't care. She came harder than he had ever known anyone to cum, and when she was done he eased back gently, slowly, knowing how sensitive she had probably become. Finally he lowered her legs and smoothed down her dress, covering her nether regions, and sat back in his chair with a feeling of smug satisfaction. She recovered slowly, lifting her head groggily. Her eyes landed on him and a smile exploded on her face along with a. I heard him stagger through the door around three. He was asleep on the couch when I got up at eight and I made sure I banged as many pots and pans as I could. I also slammed a few cabinet doors. He woke up, groaning and complaining.“Jesus Christ! Do you really need to make so much noise?”“Oh, you’re awake! Just in time for breakfast. Here you go.”I’d made an omelette whith chirozo sausage, onions, and hot peppers, covering the whole thing with pepper jack cheese and hot sauce. He took one.