Whatever they were talking about was obviously good, because they both had a beautiful smile on their face."Yeah, right. You don't suddenly do somethi...g as kinky as sticking your tongue up there out of the blue, Stace. Where'd you learn it? A porno?" Urgh! Like I'd watch a porno. Who wants to see some little bimbo in a corset, getting fucked by the baron?"Little bimbo in a corset getting fucked by the baron? That sounded like one of my DVD’s! The snotty little cow must have been going through. I knelt down to look underneath him, just in time to see the cum of his second orgasm pulse out of his cock onto the floor.I looked at Peter, signing whether I should turn it off. The answer was an emphatic shake of the head. He crooked his finger and beckoned me to him. We came close, he put his hands on my shoulders and whispered “Are you wet?”. I nodded, he dropped one hand down to my crotch and slid a finger inside my body. He grinned “Very wet!”.S’s storyI lay quietly, my cock freed from. I love these scars too. Our joke has been that should I piss her off enough, she could have me sent to prison for wife abuse simply by showing the cops her legs. My wife has a scar on her chest, where her right breast used to be. She was too young and too healthy to have breast cancer, but apparently the breast cancer was unaware of these prerequisites, and attacked her anyway. She has always had beautiful breasts, and I a committed breast man. I remember sitting there in the doctor’s office. Thanks for coming over. I can't wait to see you tomorrow."Dunn cocked an eyebrow at me. "You're amazing, Terry. This is unbelievable but go ahead and strip for me again."Though confused, I did it. He pulled off his pants and sat back down."Straddle me with your knees on either side and sit down. Put your head here on my chest and hold me around like that. Just sit there and get yourself calmed down...as long as it takes, Terry."At first I was nervous about my little dick against that massive.