A voice called, "Hey, Tommy! Hows it goin'?"Tom turned towards the sound and saw Phil walking over to him. "Hangin'in there," he replied, "did ya know...number three grinder is down, again?"Phil frowned and said, "Yeah, that f----- piece of s--- is comin' the f--- out. So, where ya goin' on vacash? Anythin' planned -- takin' a c---along?"Oh, that's right. Two blessed weeks away from here, the noise, thedepressing atmosphere, men who thought they were winners, but were reallylosers. "No, thought. “Good God, what the hell was that? I just…” She seemed to suddenly become aware of the dozens of spatters of semen that had rained down on her, on me, and on the bed and floor around us. “You came huge!”Weakly, I answered, “I did, yes. Sorry, but I couldn’t help it.” And I couldn’t, not at all. As fun as this was, I knew I’d have to find some way to delay my own orgasm, to exert control, although thus far the power of Angie’s orgasms had so overwhelmed me that I’d had no chance. Still, though,. Then she took me to her bedroom where a big bed dominated the other furniture. There were some ropes attached to it. She had me strip all of the way down, and ten seconds later I was sitting there with my wet hairy cock bouncing around like a piñata! She pulled the pillows off of the bed and had me sit in the center of the bed arms out along the top of the bed head board. She tied them there. That was the first time I heard the phrase, “Sex is more about what is between your ears than. I finally realized one morning how her breasts were a little bigger. Not very big, but bigger than I ever remember. That, and I know she wears thongs almost all the time, and she DOES have a cute little ass to show off. She had even been turning into a wannabe slut or something. The stuff she wore was very revealing and I couldn't help but notice. Anyway, we were now alone, which had occured many times before similar to this situation, but this time would be a little different. Usually we would.