His eyes meet mine as he starts to suck on me. I cry out and turn my head. This is fucking crazy. I release his hair and both my hands are against the...wall, my pelvis pushing further into him. He knows I don’t want him to stop, so naturally he does. I whine in the back of my throat looking back to his face for an explanation. He’s smiling, his face right in front of my bare skin. “Damn it Ethan,” I say in breathless disapproval, but he doesn’t return to his spot. “Pleaaaase,” I beg him and. Taking a lead from the man, Dave began gently squeezing the large breast closest to him, tweaking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The lady was obviously enjoying this breast stimulation enormously. Slightly emboldened, Dave now took the initiative. He dropped his hand to the top of one of her thighs and pressed it. It was beautifully smooth and firm, like slightly warm porcelain. He slid it upwards until the palm of his hand lay flat against her pubic mound; there was no attempt. "Drain my fucking balls." I'll drain every fucking drop," I shouted. "You fucking cumwhore," the voice said. "Fucking cumbucket cunt." Yes," I cried. "I want it all."I felt the cock shove deeper and the man grunted as he pumped and pumped. I trembled as the man came, shouting the words "fucking slut" over and over again. As soon as he pulled out I rushed over to the new cock on the other side of the wall and jerked it off. Mr. Bradford tossed me another condom. I unwrapped it and rolled it over. But deep in our hearts, we knew the truth. I was soon madly in love with Julie, homesick and wanting, wishing only to be with her.She greeted me with a tight embrace that uncontrollably sprang my salt-petered dick to life. I know she felt it but she said nothing. We left the auditorium, hand in hand, and climbed into her rental."I got us a room at the Ramada Inn. It was the last room they had." That's fine. I just want to take a shower, take a nap, and then go out to eat forever." We can do all.