”“You know I can’t let you do that.”“Cassidy, I’m not playing. I’m going to fuck him up,” I said.She nodded sadly, and launched hersel... at me. She wasn’t playing either. I would like to describe my valiant effort as Cassidy and I battled all over the parking lot as if we were in a Bruce Lee epic thriller. I would like to say I at least held my own. I would like to say I wasn’t unconscious, but that would have been a lie.I came back around as the paramedics loaded me into the ambulance. I saw. Ratcheting the pumping couple's excitement up, higher and higher until the cock-sauce was flying everywhere!Tara did practice slipping a lubed vibrator in and out of her ass, but she didn't like it very much. She finally conceded silent defeat, knowing there was nothing else she could do, but hope no one decided to buttfuck her.All week, Tara worked on their new house, shopping and decorating. She practiced her endurance by purposely leaving the house with only the bra she was wearing,. They had all the usual things, doggems and rides, but they also had a small marquee with some circus and stage acts. The act we saw was a hypnotist, he was old, fat and ugly, but he sure had talent. Joanne was the first one up on the stage, followed by a half-a-dozen others. He had them hypnotised in short order, then had them doing chicken or dog impressions, It was all very funny; although I did notice that he paid more attention to Jo than to the others; she was the only pretty young girl. "How often do you have to do that in a day?" I asked him. "It's not that I have to," he responded. "It's that I want to do it. But to answer your question, usually about five times." "Oh my gosh!" I said. "How do you even function if you need relief that much?" "Well, I get by," he said with a grin. "But it's better to get by with a little help from my friends...or family." It had been three days. Three days since I watched him and then let him cum on me. "Do you need to do it again?" I asked..