She’d go on stroking meonce the sperm was safely bottled up in my balls, toyingwith my flaming cock, denying me everything and givingme everything a... the same time. And in honor of her graceand beauty and buffing ability, I hadn’t cum on my own,or in a woman, since the first day I’d laid dick onMelody’s feet.Eventually, however, I just couldn’t take it any more –two months without a jizz-letting, while continually,maddeningly getting ped-dled to the point of spermlaunch,was enough to drive any. With my shirt off, she reached down and started rubbing my rod again. “I still can’t believe sometimes you forced this inside of me all those times.” Her fingers gripped me. “The first time you pushed it inside of me I thought I was going to die, then I thought I’d die if you took it out.”Up and down her hand went. My dick throbbed. I groaned in need. If she kept it up just another few strokes I was going to squirt inside my pants. Just - one more -She stopped. “Aggghhh,” I groaned in. “Touch it Stacey! I d-dare you!” He had removed most of his clothes and was down to his black satin undershorts; his big black cock semi-hard and positioned to the side, its bulbous shape very visible. He had moved in close to gyrate in front of Stacey as she sat there in shock, his hips moving inches from her face.Touch it? Wh-what was she talking about? She couldn’t touch it, she was married. Karen kept telling her to touch it. She smiled, maybe it was the wine, but it did look good and it. I knew I was probably the best looking person he'd ever have sex with. He wasn't married and probably never got fucked much. He just looked at me very intently, while I undressed. I unhooked my bra and released my large breasts. He smiled at me. His two front teeth were missing. He had a gold chain around his neck that he played with. I pulled down my panties and walked over to him. He stood up and held and massaged my firm breasts. He twisted and pulled at my nipples. He kept smiling at me,.