Get to the point.Samantha: Immediately.Nina: SORRY SORRY SORRYSamantha: Dear reader.Nina: No I can do itSamantha: ...If you must.Samantha: Should we f...rst explain about this chatlog, before people think that the whole thing's just a copy-paste of someone's cybersex session?Nina: Probably better ought toSamantha: "Mittens" is the story of how Nina and I got together, years and years ago. Nina is writing, and I am editing, and you are reading. At the end of the first "Mittens," and at the. If you can pull this off, upper management could be a distinct possibility." Simple... right. Selling ice-cubes to Eskimos would be easier. 'This could be a turning point alright... getting mauled by a mob of bib-overall-wearing, pitchfork-carrying yokels would definitely change things...' Marc bitterly thought to himself. Somehow the idea of upper management was quickly losing it's appeal. After setting up arrangements for the care of his apartment while he was gone, Marc loaded up a few. “I’ve been making plans for us a week on Sunday,” I say.“Oh yes?” Mark says with a raised eyebrow. “Do tell!”“No,” I say. “Let me surprise you when the time comes.”Mark acquiesces, as he always does.I point to the camcorder on the table. “Will you do the honours?”“Of course. Do you want me to…?”“I want you to hold it,” I say. “I want you to film me being your kinky cocksucker. I want you to film my mouth up close while it’s full of your delicious cock.”I no longer feel the slightest shame at. It was such a turn on watching Kristen handling another’s cock while Lacey was playing with mine. Lacey moved down and was playing with my balls with one hand while she dipped a finger on her other hand into the pre-cum which had begun leaking out. She then ran her slippery finger up and down the underside of the head of my dick. While my dick is quite a bit smaller than Brad’s Lacey seemed to be enjoying herself. I looked over at Kristen to see that she was now stroking Brad’s cock. As she.