Bruin Bear and his sociopathic friends are dead, as far as the history of television cartooning is concerned and if those shows are even half as awful...as I remembered, than history is a much better place without them. The bear can and should remain an urban legend!"As we got up to leave the diner that early evening I moved close to Maureen to offer her a friendly comforting hug, but she shied away. The timid mouse was regaining control, but I managed to briefly touch her hand in what I hoped. She raised her legs high widening her legs at the same time and leaned forward.“ That looks so erotic. I can see your cock as it goes into my cunt where it belongs. Not like earlier today when I saw your cock enter a pussy – not mine, for the first time” I pushed in deeper and pulled out slowly then back in. “How do you feel after this afternoons session” “ A little tender but it so good to have your cock deep inside me.” I could see perfectly as my cock went in and out, seeing on the outstroke. We were all on the floor of my living room fucking and sucking anyone we could. The sounds of sucking and slurping filled the room. Every now and then you would hear the sounds of quiet moaning. My living room floor was a sea of squirming bodies. The scent of man filled the air. SUCKING, SLURPING, KISSING, FUCKING, MOANING, HEAVY BREATHING, HEARTS RACING WE HAD IT ALL. I thought to my self "was this a dream?" All my nasty gay fantasies were coming true this night. And I was Hosting it all !!! I. She got on her knees and stretched forward, round rear in the air, then pivoted and stretched her arms up the wall, arching her back. She froze at the touch of my fingers on her side. I knelt behind her, and caressed her with one hand, then the other, running them up her sides to her breasts, then down to her hips, then around again. Hands still stretched above her head, palms against the wall, she moved with my hands. I reached around and cupped and squeezed her right asscheeck as my left.