He had someone in his lap too. In fact, Renee noticed that there were at least five other girls around the table. Some were on the men, but others wer... on their knees."Oh, come now," said Henry. "You can't know until you try. And you've no idea how empowering it is, fucking a guy until he cries." He stroked Simon's cheek.The boy was shaking.Claude's hand pushed up her dress, found her panties, and slipped past them. Renee repressed a shudder as his cold fingers wiggled into her."Take off his. After several round of steady breaths I relaxed. “I’m so proud of you,” he said kissing my head. “You did great.” I sighed and looked up at him with tears in my eyes. They were happy tears, but they were still tears. He wiped them away and lifted me up sitting me on the table. He knelt before me and spread my legs. He kissed each of my knees and then began kissing up my thigh. I thought I knew what he was after, but I was wrong. It was surprising when he bypassed my pussy and kept kissing up my. Well... you won't have the same ability to finish. Youknow, because they had to stuff your balls up inside you, where they'regoing to stay."The way she made that last remark didn't match the sympathy she had putonto her face. I was confused and unable to gather my wits, or assertmyself in any way. Angel rose up off my penis and, still on her knees,repositioned herself over my face. I could smell the womanly fragranceof her wet slit. She dropped down until her dark pubic hair tickled. Heather lay beside me on a picnic blanket. Sunglasses hiding her eyes as she relaxed and drank in the beauty of the day. I sat beside her, reading a book. Occasionally glancing at where her dress rose up just far enough to permit a glimpse of soft inner thigh. "What are you reading?" I turned the book cover so she could see. "Read me some of it." I cleared my throat. I don't know why. Just a subconscious tic I guess. Or maybe it's because I knew what I was about to read. I began reading. .