“Go into the darkroom,” Heather said, as she slipped into the bathroom and closed the door.I didn’t protest, so I was soon sitting on the edge o... the bed, staring at the enlarger in the red light of the safety lamp I didn’t recall having turned on. Is this some new photography project? Then I wised up. Her parents ... they’re gone! Somewhat strangely, Lara’s voice filled my brain: You’re going to get laid, you lucky dog... I actually laughed out loud. I should lock the door then. I stumbled out. “I think I’m done, are you going to try it”?“Some other time”, Jim laughed and shut off the flow. “We should get back to the party, people will start to talk.” He handed her a towel and discretely turned his head while she dried off and got her bottom back on.It hadn’t been as long as it seemed, they got back to the party and walked around still holding hands, mingling a bit and noshing on the barbecue that had been set out. Evening fell and small lights came on around the patio. Hidden. It started that I needed to just play with the tits to get off… then I needed to milk them. Then I needed to abuse them. For several years now, unless I have worked over her tits in some way, I can’t cum. It’s now required. Since I need to feed my addiction, I also need to ejaculate at least three times per day. If I had the time, I’d try for 5…6...who knows, but I’m always looking to cum, so I jack off to big tit or bdsm porn. At my lunch hour, even driving home, if I see a big breasted honey. Diana got more and more into the blowjob she was giving me, and I found myself wondering if she'd always been this sensual and sexy or if her longtime drought without sex had turned her into some kind of sexual fuck/suck maniac. Maybe I'd find out eventually but for that very moment, I really didn't care. There was nothing to care about except that at that instant, Diana was really giving me a royal blowjob.Diana's hand kept moving up and down on my cockshaft as she was massaging and loving on.