She was no longer pretending to be anyone else. “Mmmm, Damien, your balls are so full. You poor thing. Don't worry, Mommy is here now.” She realiz...d she broke the fantasy game but didn’t care at this point; her precious boy was ejaculating in her cupped hands and she joined him in a mind-melting orgasm that could only happen with such a strong bond of love.“Anna, are you home?” That was her husband's voice. A surge of adrenaline shook Damien off his post-coitus daze, and he pulled his hands. We invited her to sit with us and we all got to talking, when Bob brought the subject of my reunion back up. "So, Phil, have you thought anymore about that reunion?" he said, not real tactfully. I flashed him a look that could kill and he just grinned mischievously. "Reunion?" Amy asked. "Yeah, old Phil here has his twentieth high school reunion coming up, and he's not sure he wants to go," Bob said. "Oh, Phil, you simply HAVE to go! Oh, it will be so much fun! Oh, please tell me you are going!. The look in their eyes; happy surprise. A second big whipping load bolted and sailed from my cock over cheek to cheek. Then a few final spurts ejaculated gods know where. I was male euphoric. But I saw the evidence of our combined lust. Blobs, globs and matted clumps of jizz splattered on their faces, caught in their hair, being licked off their hands, lapped and shared with their tongues and then they took turns siphoning the dregs from the base of my cock tube to its knob. Every last cum. Making love to them in their wanton holes of lust was not really the same as having it done to me. It was alright to switch at times. I enjoyed that." Princess, letting me use my cock instead of a strap-on to fuck you is so awesome for me. You know that." You stroke her wet pussy and she squirms in her seat."I know, Daddy. It's good, in a way that is really so different from playing with the ladies. It just feels different. You see what you do to me, my love. Getting fucked in my pussy by a man.