I knew I could come. Ever since I was twelve, I could play a little bit and come. Guys just didn’t do what my fingers could do.And now I’m lying o... Tommy’s sofa and his arm is tossed over me holding me close and I’m glowing. It’s almost alien. Tommy’s behind me and he’s so gentle and –there’s the word – loving. We fit together. And he’s not telling me to drop my pants. He’s not rubbing up on me like a dog. He’s just there.My head’s just a little beneath his. He sticks his NOSE in my hair and. She knew they found her attractive, but she never had a relationship that satisfied her need to be wanted ... to be needed ... to be owned.She remembered the boredom that led her there. She remembered the twinge of excitement she felt as she signed the legal waivers. She remembered the curiosity she felt when they asked her opinion of a new perfume. After her first deep breath, she didn't remember a thing until she slowly came back to herself being led to this room of quiet serious men.Once the. When I was about half way in, I paused and then pulled back a bit. I did this for the rest of my entry. Pushing forward some and then retreating a short distance. Fred encouraged me with moans and saying things like “Oh, shit!” “That’s it.” Keep going, just like that.” Eventually, I was balls deep in his butt. I paused again to assess the situation. His rectum felt good and snug around my cock. But his sphincter was really tight around the shaft of my dick. I started a slow paced fucking of. "That afternoon, Terry and I were fucking on her couch. With Grace busy, Terry begged off the last hour of her shift at the art store and picked me up at school. We'd driven directly to her apartment for some afternoon loving.Just before we were ready to climax, the door opened and Terry's roommate, Nora, walked into the room. Terry was riding me, and she didn't miss a stroke."Don't stop. Don't stop," she said. "Coming..."I watched Terry's eyes. They were fixed on her roommate, I assumed. I.