Punishing and exciting myself in equal measure. “How many times?” “Twice in the morning.” I knew there was more to come. “Once at lunch. And...in the evening, but you already know about that. Right?” “How many times in the evening and night?” “Hey, I’m not as young as I used to be, Pete.” He was playing for time. Trying to inject some humor and evasiveness, just as you’d expect from a smart medical guy like the handsome doctor. “How many times?” I persisted. “Two,” my friend Francis told me, now. I could now answer Skip’s demanding question without equivocation; Randi was a natural red head, and had red hair all over her beautiful body. She had a racing strip of red hair just above her ‘man in a boat‘ who’d currently made himself evident, my tired imagination had him waving a flag; John Thomas was sure he was waving it at him. My brain had turned to mush and I just stood and stared. Shit, I was dead tired! Unfortunately, I knew I would likely do something, something really stupid, that. If she didn't know any better she could swear that Clint's cock was distending her tummy out as if she was pregnant, but that was just her imagination running away with her.A few more hard thrust and suddenly Clint stopped moving, resting his big head on her shoulder next to her gasping face.Turning her head around slightly, Cecile gave Clint a dreamy smile as she came to realize that he was giving her a very special gift. She puckered her lips in a kissy fashion and was pleasantly surprised. He handed me a rubber and pointed to her body, her arms stretched out towards me, waiting. No more pushing or prompting was needed, as I quickly fixed the rubber and slid over her, pressing my thankful cock into her welcoming warmth. Her tight pussy squeezed my cock in a strange mix of pleasure and pain, forcing me to take it slowly to prepare her for the deep strokes that I needed so badly. Moving slowly also had the added benefit of keeping my urgent need for release in check. When she.