Ike's just dangled there between his legs much to the astonishment of the girls. Even in that state, his was longer than mine. When Ike settled into j...cking off, his cock began to get slowly harder. Soon it was much bigger and longer than mine. Even I was amazed."Is that all you have to do... just rub it up and down?" asked Pamela. She seemed absolutely enthralled."Yep," answered Ike, "but usually I... ah... I mean us guys use something to sort of get us going... to get worked up... like dirty. ' They laugh as the next guy 11 inches and a bit skinnier takes his place. The now blown guy10 inch takes his broken condom off which is a little wet from saliva and cum and whips it at the boyfriend's face. He is disgusted as it slaps on to his chin. He can't really see it so good but catches the ripped broken condom as it slides off his face. He shouts 'that better of ripped as he was taking it off' as they burst out laughing again. The 11 inch never wore a condom and lets the cum roll. I only went up there once, for the wedding. Anyway, she got some Bay Area or LA lawyer and the whole divorce was done very quickly. I never get those legal things straight." She paused again and I looked at Jim. He looked as though Alice's narrative force and physical bulk had overwhelmed him completely. I caught myself wondering just what Mr. Singleton was like."Where's Susan Gillespie now?" I asked innocently."Oh, she's not Gillespie. She went back to her maiden name, Mitchell, and then. His mind was barely functioning from the combination of pain medications and prolonged periods of dealing with the pain. At first, all I could find was that tonight he would get relief from the excruciating pain and the horrible memories of friends that didn't survive. That tonight the evil monster that created the abomination called napalm was attending a dinner at the hotel. I finally figured out that he blamed the manufacturer of the Napalm-B, Dow Chemical, for his misery. And it appeared.