I impaled her on my shaft. She must have felt thepressure like a vise on every thrust, but she certainlydidn’t mind. She was thrashing around un...erneath me,making little moaning and keening sounds. I know shecame more than once, but I don’t know how many times.She cried out, shaking her head back and forth andscratching her nails down my back more than once, but Iwasn’t paying specific attention to how often ithappened. When I came, it was incredible. I could feel it coming. "No," Kyle chuckled. "We, Kemosabe. We will be having fun, you and metogether." I don't want to---" But you will. This is a lesson, remember." Look, Kyle," the boy tried again, "I don't want to, like, offend youor anything, but if your idea of fun is a ton of booze, I'm out." Again, no. The booze is the necessary condition; that you're in themood to have a good time and know how to is the sufficient condition.You're getting them mixed up."Marty looked helpless. "I don't follow." You'll figure. It all started a few months ago at our town's Fourth of July celebration.My wife, Angela, and I hardly ever get to hang out in town much. We met in college. I was there working on a degree in manufacturing and she was in finance. We were the typical fringe students. Both of us were just attractive enough to do well with the opposite sex but not attractive enough to go into modeling or anything. Both of us were also very into our careers but not good enough to set the world on fire.What I. ”Mindy lit up. “Oh, what a nice and romantic concept. I like that. We reconnect and you can reclaim my body if I’ve been with somebody else, and then we drift off to sleep together with your sticky cum dripping out of my hole.”I teased, “Drippy unless I’ve been a good boy and cleaned you by sucking up what I deposit.”Mindy teased back, “Well, you’ll just have to prove to me that you can do that.”A few minutes later with both crested and I blasted what seemed like a gallon of man mix deep inside.