....for 24 hours....I want it all and lots of it. I can sleep it off afterwards.Cum. Cum is going to be an issue. I hope I like it. I hope I crave it....Being cum on would be cool. Maybe they could manage 3 times each. Three times more than me. I'm not so worried about their erections, they've both gobbled little blue pills, but there should be cum. Maybe 6 loads is a bit ambitious for me to deal with but lets go with maybe 3 times each. I've tasted my own. I don't scoop it up off my belly and. He pushed his dick deeper it felt amazing I wish he could fuck me through the fabric. I slowly moved my ass up and down massage the uncut sausage. I loved the feeling of my cock rubbing against the middle crease of his abs his happy trail tickled my taint ever so slightly. Next thing I knew I was in the air his strong arms safely carrying me to a new destination. My back hit the top of his desk he started working his way down my legs kissing my brown ankles,calves and thighs. He tore off my. That’s his thing. Just stick to what you’re good at.”What the hell was I good at? Jerking off – that was all I could think of.“Did you talk about getting together again?”“Next weekend. I don’t know if I can wait that long. I miss his cock already.”Honesty was one thing, but she really didn’t have to say that while I had my cock already inside her.“You’ve got me.”“Mmm, you’re right. I do. He’s my lover, but you’re my husband. The man I share my life with. Who I share everything with.” . A few were even observed the following morning making their walk of shame; too tight dresses clinging to their unclean flesh and wobbling unconvincingly on spindle heels that must have seemed a good idea 12 or so hours earlier. Which brings me to Celia. A couple of weeks ago Celia and I were all wrapped up against the cold having a socially distanced catch up on a park bench when Sean happened by. We had the obligatory five-minute chat of inquiry and platitude before he wandered onward, but no.