Another landed on my chin and dripped down onto the top of my cleavage, staining the neck line of my tank top. Yet another load spurted out from his t...ick rapidly throbbing helmet right over my other cheek.The whole time I was watching his cock intently, watching it shoot it's load of cream out with each powerful throb.I also looked at his gorgeous big balls too, see them twitching as they worked the cum out.When his orgasm finished, he sighed heavily and sat down on the bed beside me. I. I felt in total peace settling inwith tranquility in my mind. At that moment in time with such harmoniously alignment of every happenstance unimaginable.I dared not to ponder on the pastnor worry thinking about the future.A night like this which I valued so much, I dared not to even think.Can't say the same for my heart that was still pacing at a speed of 103.Nor the Dick in my pant,which felt like if it wanted toripe a tear right through my pants and introduce himself as if he was a 'Don'. Hell, a third of them get bought up by scalpers and are resold for six times their box office price, and the faithful climb all over themselves to pay it just so they get a seat close enough to hear this new messenger from God, they're calling him." You're kiddin' me! Messenger from God?! Are you serious? Just who the hell is this clown, anyway?" Stinson erupted."He calls himself Chase Evans McClayne, and he always uses his full name like it's some kind of trumpet call. Nobody, not even his. "You're drunk," Mitch said, his voice a bit menacing. "Drop it."The room lapsed into an embarrassed silence, broken only by the play-by-play commentary coming from the television. For several long minutes, the guys just watched the television, with the occasional glance at Fred, the perpetrator of the offending comment, and Joe, the target. Finally, Mitch couldn't take any more of the silence. "Who wants another beer?" Slowly, the conversation returned to normal. Still, there was an.