Watching the video again, I did think of myfiancee who died in 2012 and of a close friend I met after my fianceedied. Due to our ages, we prefer to st...y close friends rather thanmarry, even though same sex marriage is now in more parts of the US.The biggest thing is that watching the video and thinking of the OpenMic time in Kenosha did remind of what I'm emerging from in the yearsbetween 2011 and up to mid 2017. It is mixed with good and bad, like acycle, like waves, which is normal in life.. Tot aan mijn ballen duwde ik mijn pik in zijn kutje. Zijn kutje omsloot nu helemaal mijn pik, en dat gaf een heerlijk gevoel. Jaap kreunde en zei neuk me, neuk me, laat mij pik voelen. Ik trok mijn pik iets terug en stootte hem terug in de kut. Hmmm zal gevoel was dat. Voor het eerst in mijn leven neukte ik. Wel een man, maar wat maakte mij dat uit, ik vond het lekker en geil. Het hele gebeuren had mij zo geil gemaakt dat ik al na een paar stoten al weer klaar kwam. Ik spoot, naar mijn gevoel,. "OK, he says, but it'll hurt again." He exits, spits some more spit onto his dick. Another thrust, another painful explosion, as predicted. "Ooh, no," I yell, my eyes filled with tears.He's unmoved, his member still inside. "Give it a moment, you'll see." The pain relents indeed, faster than the first time. "Better?" he asks. "Yes," I say. "Gently," I say. He's pushing ever so gently now. "Five inches to go," he's counting down, "four. three." If I would have words for the sensation. . My pussy, still damp from last night, ached incredibly and I stuck a hand inside of my panties and flicked the clit around in a circle. It was an out-of-body experience- I felt my own lips salivating and pressuring on a cock and my own asshole stretched by another. My other hand slipped in the back of my panties and began to push my finger into my asshole. I was rubbing myself to an orgasm in my own aroused state. “Hey, I think there's someone watching us.” The slim guy pointed out. I stopped.