His cock slid in and out between my encircling fingers. I let him hump her for a minute or so. Then, as his knot grew bigger I decided it was time, ch...nged my grip and held it against her. Prince was strong, I had to hug him really tight. But, wedged between Lisa and me, he finally gave in with a whimper and lay quietly on Lisa’s back, his face on her shoulder alongside hers. The seconds ticked by. Then, Lisa felt it.“Oh God. He’s coming!”Lisa’s pussy filled with Prince’s fever-warm semen. She. Eventually he came in my mouth, a huge gross load and it spilled out of my mouth down onto my dress then he got mad and held my mouth shut and told me to swallow but it was too much and some came out of my nose it was so gross! He got madder then and slapped me and told me I was a useless cum rag but luckily then he left and I just sat there on the bench, tears running down my face, my make up ruined, covered in my drool and his cum feeling so weird from the drinks I'd been given I still. So if she liked it, why didn't she want to do it the next day? Or the day after? Or the day after that... ? I knew that it was a general problem, not just for me. The bitter jokes of other men told me so. And yet some men seemed to have a lot of success - not just with their wives, but with many women. A friend of mine was one such. He wasn't particularly good-looking. He wasn't rich. He wasn't clever, or well-spoken. I studied him, but couldn't see why he was so successful with the ladies. I. Louis instead of the Delta. She said nothing as she let me continue my silly caresses of her lower stomach. She seemed like she might let me go further.Finally, she reacted.“What do you have there?” she said defiantly, her eyes pinned to my tenting crotch.She opened my fly and reached in.“You know what to do with this?” she challenged.“Yes, I do,” I said equally defiantly.I managed paw her right tit, groping it like it was an orange or tomato at a market stall. Her firm breasts stood proudly,.