As my orgasm approached, my buttocks tensed and squeezed together and I lowly moaned. And then the ferocity of it flew through me. I almost passed out...from the intensity as my first blast splattered onto the wall above the porcelain. I opened my eyes to see the next spurt shoot even higher, and then the slightly less intense little spurts, becoming less viscous, landing in the porcelain trough, mingling with the green and blue cubes. I removed my companion's hand from my still fully hard cock,. Jenny's RecollectionsAt the start of today, I'm feeling strange. I can hardly believe that I consented to them piercing my tongue and my septum but I can feel the stud in my mouth and the ring in my nose every time that I move my tongue or shake my head. The piercings feel a little sore. Not painful just — well — there. It's more than that though; more than the physical discomfort. I'm left wondering what they are going to ask me to do and what I will consent to.Jo arrives with an electric. " They settled into a soft embrace in quiet thought of where they had been, what they nearly lost and where their road would lead from here. John kissed the top of Ruth's head and stroked her back gently. This was heaven. He thanked all that he held sacred for this moment and what it foretold.After a long languid silence, Ruth said gently but with a hint of foreboding, "John, I need you to answer two questions for me. Why Gina; and what made you break it off and face me about it?"John flinched. In a whitewashed, narrow pussy that cries for stiffness of manhood, would not have escaped her impetuous heat.I'm looking for something new, something unsuccessful in sex. I'm looking for something that goes beyond the mere spreading and raising of the leg I mostly practice in my humble sexual life.An unknown man entered the room. It's a goal. High. Strong and muscular. Confident. I want to protest. Ask him what is unknowingly, and besides that, he wants and works in my room, but in silence.I.