Your now in a dazed, glazed over state, yet still you have the naughty look in your eye. i turn you around and reach outside for a condom in my pants ...ocket, still holding you bent against the wall, water hitting against my shoulder and your back. now given this chance to admire you i note how incredibly sexy, astounding, or gorgeous, you name it, are looking covered in water, your wet body like a reminder how lucky i am to have such a beautiful girl in my hands. but this is short lived because. Bob changed his 'angle of attack' and that was it, I started to squirt more than piss down my leg. I could almost feel it as my come was squeezed out of my prostate then again as it jetted out of my cock with each thrust. I was coming again.I started to spasm in orgasm and my asshole muscles did likewise, which made Bob stop his thrusting and just hold his cock in me just far enough to feel my asshole muscles milking his cock, almost sucking it back in.Bob must have liked this as he barely. With each mile she put between them that night, she missed him more, becoming acutely aware of the distance, knowing he felt the same way. The evening had started out calmly enough. They'd each finished long working days, and were looking forward to what promised to be a quiet, romantic evening. Things had been (for them) almost placid, and she wondered how long it would last. The first stirrings of their emotional volcano began rumbled as they sipped a particularly good white wine after. She grinned up at him, enjoying the attention he was giving her. ‘We came over to invite you to have supper with us,’ Harry said. This took Brian by surprise. He was apprehensive, but what the hell, how would he have managed the mattress without the neighbor’s help? ‘Thanks, Harry, I could use a home cooked meal.’ ‘It won’t be much, but the wife is a good cook. Come over any time,’ Harry said as he lifted Amanda off the bed. Brian followed his neighbors outside, and watched Harry hoist Amanda.