‘I want you!’ she whispered, ‘I want all of you!’ Her hand was on my leg and I had suddenly grown hard. I wanted her to touch me. She did. I w...nted to touch her. I did. Her breasts felt like fire in the palms of my hands. Her hand felt like fire on my hard cock. ‘I want to make love to you,’ I said, ‘but not here. I want you where we can get naked and we can yell, and we’re not going to bother anybody else.’ ‘I know,’ she said, ‘lets go back to the car and drive home.’ We drove home and parked. Part of her was sure that this was James, and part of her only cared that there was a hard cock fucking her. Ann moaned her pleasure almost against her will. It felt wonderful. This was wrong; she should at least know for sure who was fucking her, but it didn’t matter. She needed and wanted to be fucked, and there was something delicious in not knowing for sure who it was.“James?” He could hear the question in her voice, the slightest tremor of fear. James realized Ann was not sure who was. The third loop made it very tight and I kind of thought it would give him a nice humane castration if it were left that way long enough. That idea had some appeal for me.Of course all this playing with his balls had made him even harder. I took the tube of lubricant he had used on me and put a big handful in my hand. I rubbed my two hands together and then gripped the head of his cock with one hand and the base with the other. I slid my greased hand slowly down his shaft eliciting a moan from. I immediately said that I didn’t mind him being naked around the house. After that he became really comfortable around the house and was almost always naked with his huge 7-incher cock lying on the couch playing games. It never really bothered me that I was probably sitting on his ball sweat every time I watched TV. He would always get butt naked as soon as he came back from university and throw his clothes on my bed to clean up, which I always did with out hesitation. Actually seeing his.