Oooh....oooh, I can't stop cumming...again and agaIn," she whispered. "Tommy, you are fantastic. This is what I desired when I was fucking my poor f...ngers all week."I couldn't stand it anymore. With a groan, I stepped into the doorway and shot my load, loosing several ropey jets of cum that flew over onto the bed, covering both Molly's ass and Tommy's legs."Oh, no!" He shouted. "Mr. B, you’re home! I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me," he added as his prick shrank and popped out. So I'm sorry, I happen to like the flavor of the 57 sauce with my steaks.I was about half way through when an angel came into the kitchen and sat down in the chair next to me. Lisa sprang up and went to the cupboard, getting out a bowl and spoon from the drawer. She poured a big serving of Capt'n Crunch, slathered milk all over it and placed the bowl in front of Shira. She looked up at Lisa with a questioning look."Try it, sweetie. I love it and Daddy eats it all the time!" Lisa said as she. I don’t move a muscle. I don’t even breathe.“Brooke? Hey, you awake?”He comes a little closer. The smell of smoke. His hand touches my shoulder briefly. It’s cold even through the t-shirt. I still don’t move. For a moment, everything aches but then he’s gone, undressing, leaving a trail of clothes to the bathroom. I hate him for it and yet I smile.I hear him in the bathroom, emptying for an inordinate length of time. How much did he drink? Flush. Water rushes from the tap. There’s a dull thud. My balls were beginning to tense against my body (as anybody who has read my stories before knows that is a sure sign that I was about to shoot my load). I milked my balls and cock in tandem with one another. I squeezed harder while my eyes darted from hair to picture and back again. I wasn’t going to hold out much longer. I began just using my thumb and fingers again, just behind the head. The feelings grew stronger. Now it wasn’t so much that I wanted to cum, now it was that I HAD to cum..