“I know, I actually liked touching your and I liked it when you touched mine. Father Fred’s is quite a lot bigger isn’t it” I agreed. “When ... lifted his ball sack this morning I felt the balls moving inside and it wasn’t me moving them.”Bob said “all I know is that he was breathing very hard when you were touching him and on other occasions he seemed to be holding his breath waiting for you to touch him some more”.“Les, Bob it’s time to go!” we heard Father Fred shouting from below.We stood up. “These belong to me now,” she said. “The tool of my husband’s desire.” She puzzled over Bo’s friendly weapon and ran a finger along its length tracing its veins and ridges. It was an entity with its own personality. She stuck out her tongue and licked the slit of its crown. Bo’s dick stiffened.“I don’t want milk today, Bo. I want thick cream. Let me do it.”Bo lay on his back and remembered the silly fantasy Lisa had shared about him delivering milk to her apartment and remaining for a romp in. She loved soaping my dick and covering it with a thick coat of soap foam. She loved to get me a hard on in the shower area whenever we showered together. My dick was responding to her deft cajoling and obligingly was getting to its hardest and longest point!Slowly we washed away the soap and shampoo from each other’s body. Our bodies revelled in the massages we were giving each other under the warm shower. Our lips locked onto each other’s, our fingers locking on and our bodies held tightly. After holding his weapon inside me for just long enough for it to be uncomfortable, he removed it from my aching pussy before ramming it deeply back inside me again. I yelped this time, unable to hold back my voice this second time around. Firstly because of the continued pain, and secondly because of my deep need to cum.But I wouldn't. I daren't. I knew what he'd do to me if I came to quickly. I knew how he'd punish me if I came before he told me I could. Once more he held himself inside of.