You yourself have said that you have as much, if not more, responsibility for what happened with Jennifer. But are you really guilty of anything?“So...e Catholics would have you believe that a single act, no matter what the motivation, is sufficient to condemn you for eternity, with no hope of redemption. I don’t believe that, and you certainly don’t live your life as if you believe it. Fundamentally, if you make an honest effort to overcome the negative effects of your actions, then it limits. They backed themselves up onto my wrist and began to fuck me back like horses trying to buck me off. They turned to face one another titty to titty and made out with one leg up each so that I could fist both of their pussies. I started basically punching like I was trying to hit their stomachs. I wasn’t sure how elastic a pussy was but now I felt confident enough to just treat their cunts like I was Rocky Balboa training for the big fight in the Butcher shop. They groaned in pain and yet shook. Starting in that special place between my legs and building and spreading. “Fuuuuck!” Mark ejaculated. The first spurt crossed about half of the six or so feet between us. He continued to pump as the rest dribbled down into a pool on the chair between his legs. And then I was lost in my own orgasm. A mixture of pleasure and guilt. The guilt making it even more pleasurable. My body tensed and my buttocks lifted off the chair. I closed my eyes and let it take over. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhh!”. Cindy was HIS, she was his prize possession. But on the other hand, it had always been a deep-rooted fantasy of Davids to watch Cindy get fucked by a group of men. He often thought of what the scene would look like, while watching adult movies of this particular genre. If any of you guys want me, come and get me. The four guests looked at each other, then Cindy, then each other again. They were all shocked. However, Kris was the first one to take the initiative. He stood up and started walking.