As I came down from my orgasm, I quickly drifted off to sleep. When I woke in the morning I not surprisingly had a throbbing hangover, but I thought a...out my wanton show of exhibitionism. I was surprised at how aroused it made me, and I didn't feel any regrets. In the afternoon, my hangover forced me back to bed where I again became aroused at the thought of my display the night before and I masturbated to orgasm again. Over the next month or so I gave a number of little displays in my bedroom,. For a little old fat man he was surprisingly strong and her attempts came to nothing.I saw Cheryl's body stiffen as pudgy man made one last dramatic and dynamic thrust upwards with his hips. He held the pose and I knew he had just cum. He held her easily as he pumped his seed into my wife's mouth and judging by the amount of cock he had stuffed inside, well down her throat too. Cheryl began to convulse and she had no option but to try and swallow his sticky white gunge. I could see her throat. She wanted the story and pictures to be seen by as many people as possible.Something came up inside the hall and saying a quick goodbye, Miller swung the wheelchair around with the touch of a finger and was gone. Kincade wondered if there was a V-8 engine hid inside it somewhere. Olivia stared at him and he made it down the porch steps when there was an opening. He approached her and held his hand out. She took it."Miss Olivia. My name is Robert Kincade. I'm a reporter with the Times-Union. The. She’s gonna be out for quite awhile too, from the looks of it, so it’s just….” She ran a hand down his chest, irritated that he was still wearing a shirt, “….you and I.” She smirked and leaned back against the wall across from him invitingly, bracing herself on the stair-rail. She eyed him and purred seductively, “Come on Chad….how about you take some stress off?” He didn’t need to be told twice; whatever the hell was wrong with Melanie, he was never one to pass up a good fuck, especially from.