I need to recover for an hour or two so why don’t you let some of that blood that makes your dick hard drain back into your brain so you can use it ...o figure out how to make a fucking bed.”I could hear him laughing outside the door and then he said, “Alright, that was pretty good. You rest up now. But you better believe I am going to fuck the living shit out of you for talking like that to me you skanky little whore.”I answered, “Is that supposed to be a threat? That’s like offering a k** ice. Nick gave her the handkerchief and rather more gently said, "Keep doing it, my little tiger, "and see if you can cough up some more."He took another handkerchief from his trouser pocket and blew his own nose hard several times.David arrived back with six bottles of water. "The lads are bringing some more," he said.Sally was incapable of drinking herself and Gareth sat down and nursed her. Nick drank greedily and then had another major bout of coughing and spitting. He took another. The taste of his cum was familiar and not bad. He apologized for his cumming in my mouth. But I had wanted it, so no regrets. On my way back to work, I could still taste his cum and I ate some sweets.We both had enjoyed our meeting and during the following weeks, we met once a week. All this time, we kept chatting, not only about sex. I felt we had developed a relationship like friends and fuckbuddies. We now both knew a lot about each other’s families.George’s wife was very religious. The. So upstairs she went. I had just settled down to watch a bit of television when she called me. ‘Have you got a couple of minutes, darling?’she called. ‘Sure,’ I said as I climbed the stairs. I went into our bedroom where Wendy was lying on the bed naked except for her maroon knickers. She looked an absolute picture with the knickers pulled up tight against her rather swollen pussy. ‘It just struck me,’ she said, ‘That there’s a large are of knickers, here at the front, that would be an ideal.