"I think he's as big as Carl." "Maybe bigger," Kathy giggled. I'd love to say I fucked her for an hour but actually I was finished in about six stro...es. It was probably the best feeling in my life up to that moment but it was over all too soon. Kathy laughed and said, "Don't worry about it. Carl shot his wad before he was even in me the first time. Besides, you'll be hard again in a few minutes." I was between the girls and they took turns playing with my soft cock and it wasn't very long. When I shared that with her, Amanda Troy smiled and punched my arm, telling me I was lucky to have my own place. I laughed nervously, because lucky isn’t how I would describe how I felt about my one-bedroom apartment in Vanier. Sure, it’s got its own bathroom, a kitchenette and a tiny living room but I keep bumping into stuff because the place is really small. And at six-foot-one and 240 pounds, I’m kind of a big guy. Amanda appeared to share my frustration when I told her how tough it was. I thought through all kinds of scenarios from the husbands accused me of screwing their wives all the way to facing guns held by the three men. It wouldn't be too difficult to be shark bait before nightfall.However when they did arrive about 1:30, I was introduced to David Gettys, John Davis and Marcus Rockefeller who seemed to be very cordial... at least for the moment. They were a little surprised that my little boat was so well outfitted. It wasn't the staterooms that impressed them but the. Her eyes were rolled all the way back.He slapped her in the chest as punishment. “Stupid slut. You’re cleaning this up.” She nodded while wagging her tongue. Then she pushed it into his mouth and wound it around his.“Shouldn’t you be doing this with a boy you like?” he mumbled into her mouth.She shook her head as she pulled back. “Never. I don’t want to fuck anyone else. Only you; only someone who hates me. If they like me they’ll be too gentle.”“You want to belong to me?” he asked.She shook.