.. Sonja tried to force herself to take deep breaths, but once again, her body refused to obey. She was frozen and unable to defend herself.There was ...nother touch... this time from in front of her. Sonja was incredulous. There were now THREE hands touching her! That implied that more than one person was involved. Who was it that was touching her from the front?The person immediately in front of her was turned away from her; she could only see the back of his head. He had one hand on the hand. ." and he spun around, pushed Edmund out of the way and rammed his pulsating prick deep in her cunt just as he came. He was amazing; pumping even more cum into her than he had poured down her throat. Her hips met his thrusts and she came once again, unable to control her lust, just thinking of all the cum being pumped into her. "Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, keep shooting that hot sweet cum into me, thats it baby, that's it..." She lay there spent.. Travis had to actually force himself to pull air into his lungs just when he thought about the man. It was still too painful. Another friend lost. Another of his fucking failures. There were so many. Too many. If he kept thinking like this, he would let Old Joe down too. He would turn back and lose his one chance to get that sleeping bag for his friend for Christmas. He figured that with some luck there was an outside shot that he might ‘earn’ just enough in the next couple of hours to do the. They told me to relax and enjoy, and that here in their smoking lounge, ”Anything is possible.” I sat at the majestic candlelit bar – nervous, excited, and full of lust as I tried to mellow out and enjoy my drink and the eye candy. These lounges are certainly more like men’s clubs, the number of men far outnumbering the women. Was I going to sit around all night and just check out the place? Merely have my drink and take home the cigar as a souvenir? I sat a while longer checking out the.