She began to frantically move her head up and down, furiously sucking Bobby’s dick. Soon she had his hips bucking and thrusting his cock into her m...uth. She desperately wanted to suck the cum that she knew was ready to spew forth into her mouth. Ellen and I watched in genuine appreciation of her exceptional cocksucking skill as Cindy enthusiastically sucked down her third load of cum of the evening. Exhausted, we all collapsed on the bed. Not surprisingly, we all fell asleep fairly. Leading inside to her most inner self. The man, he is outside of himself, standing erect and apart from his body. But the woman, she allows an entry into herself, a violation of her self. In the dark I see spread open an entry into her most private self. A surrender of autonomy, since she has yielded , and her walls have come down. How beautiful has woman been made, that she remains one unto herself and yet surrenders and becomes one with another! The dark. I touch myself and imagine the free. Liz was tight, wonderfully tight.My hips moved back and forth. I was fucking Liz slowly, and she was moaning softly. Will had his cock in his hand now, stroking himself.Liz moaned loudly, "Fuck, oh fuck."I could feel her cunt tighten around me; she was having an orgasm. I carried on fucking her, and my strokes began to quicken. She grabbed Wills cock and stroked him. As I pushed into Liz, I became more forceful. Liz's hand was motionless on Will's cock, and I felt a warmth around my shaft.Liz. Had to be the token, now, din't it?"That damn token. It was just an urban legend, right? A myth. A friggin fairy tale. So why did all the guys talk about it as if it were real? And, how otherwise to explain all those weird happenings? All those classy women with repulsive slugs for boyfriends?Down on his luck, Dave was. Since Marianne had dumped him a year or so back, he'd had a long and lonely dry spell. It wasn't that he was that bad looking or anything, just so damn shy. It was just plain.