Yes, use my cock."You move faster. I am afraid I am going to cum so I hold your hips for a moment making the movement stop. We rest for a bit with me ...nside you. I make my cock jerk inside you and you answer with a squeeze of the muscle inside your cunt. We smile at each other. "We can't go on meeting this way." I say.We laugh. After resting and talking for a while, I take the silk scarves you have left by the bed, and tie your hands together, and then to the headboard. You make no sound. You. He kept it up as I licked the top of its head.Not to be outdone, Chet saw my ass so prominently displayed. I felt him probing. He pushed himself inside where I wanted him to go along. He did fill me far better than my husband ever did. His rhythmic pump of me made me see stars. All I could think of was my fantasy fulfilled. Two glorious black men fucking me.I took Sal's manhood in my hand and guided it into my mouth. I felt it hit the back of my throat. I enjoyed Sal's comment, "You fucking. Bring your cock up here.” You sit up on the bed, Rhett and I are either side of you, hard cocks pointing at you. Taking hold of both of them, you begin gently pumping them at the same rhythm, all the way along the shaft and back. Then lean forward a little and gently lick each one in turn. I know I’m not far away, and Rhett can’t be too far either. He reaches to grab his cock out of your hand, but you tell him no. He must allow this to happen in it’s own time. You speed up a little, gripping. ”“You’re trying to keep things together while everyone is crammed into a small place. I’m sure there are people with nothing to do and too much time on their hands. Organize them, get them working together. Don’t let that famous Maine stubbornness and pride end up being the death of all you.”She nodded. “I have to ask, why are you calling our town Bar Harbor?”“That’s the original name. It hasn’t changed. I saw your sign when our boat was pulling up. Some of the original paint is gone, is all..