Her black high-heel landed with a soft slap on my ball sack and sent a spasm of sharp, hot pain up into my spine.She kicked my balls again, and I grun...ed with the impact.“Oh Chris, I love the feel of your smashed balls on my foot.”It was like I was dancing with Layla, and she got to make all the moves.Each time her foot slapped into my balls, a shock of pain jolted up my abdomen, followed by a small surge of pleasure.“Face me, Chris. Don’t try to hide your balls from me,” Layla warned.Layla was. " Aren't you tying yourself a bit closely to Victoria? What happens when you both get married?" Oh, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. In any case," and her eyes sparkled, "if we set up at Craig Hill you'll have both your women under one roof." What?" Mark darling, I'm only pulling your leg." You better had be."Serena shrieked with laughter. "Your face!" she laughed."What do you mean?" Mark retorted vehemently."Puritanical shock," chuckled Serena, "coupled with 'phwoah!'" Serena!". He fixed the drinks while listening to Craig sing. He had a nice deep voice, much like Lou Rawls. Joe sat in the dark and listened to Craig for a while, feeling the alcohol slow his senses. His dick was getting hard at the thought of getting with Craig and could wait no longer. He had to see him naked. He was just getting out of the shower when Joe walked in, drink in hand, awaiting his next move."It's about time," Craig said, taking his drink from Joe."I didn't want to impose on your shower. We were rolling around like mad, and soon disposed of the no longer needed sleeping bag.She broke the kiss and looked at me, her eyes burning for more and more. She told me there was only one higher amount of pleasure that we could give each other, and then in a faint yet commanding way Kristi whispered, “fuck me”. And I forgot about everything else.I took hold of Kristi's shapely hips and looked her in eye again. She nodded, and we kissed once more. My penis was pulsating with heat, throbbing.