Shit Joe...Your gonna make me....FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK Joe I'm gonna blow my wad. About that time, hot thick jizz came flying from ...he tip of my worn out dick. Then another. Then another. I've never cum that much ever. My cock was shooting wad after wad of hot cum all over Joe's hand, the massage table, the floor, and anything else in it's path. Joe gave my cock a few more pumps and then focused his attention on pounding my ass.My ass felt like Joe had ripped me another hole. In his evenings and at weekends Brian built computers for people, and was building up a nice little business of his own, and this was how I got to know him again. I say again because we had been at school together in the nearby market town, although there was no more to it than knowing who he was, because, well, that was Brian. I was building my own business and needed to use computers to keep things under control and do design work.It was around this time that Brian met Margaret. Now, that. Even that would be better than sharing a bed with him. If only I could find the courage to throw myself overboard.’Ryan had kept himself busy during the days. He’d struggled to keep to Will’s schedule. The auto-helm kept them on course required, but it required constant sail adjustments to keep the speed up during the days. Of course, he didn’t have to stick to Will’s schedule but he felt it was important to make it look as if his employer was still on board. The time was approaching when he. Then he looked down. Not at me, but at the front of this own jeans. He followed his gaze with his fingers. He unbuckled his belt in a single fluid motion, unsnapped the top button, and slowly, almost teasingly, began to lower his zipper, revealing a growing triangle of brilliant white cotton. The adrenaline surge caused by the embarrassment of being caught with my hand in my panties was suddenly being transformed into a massively amped up sexual jolt. When the zipper was all the way down, he.