Just laying there a few moments, neither of us moved, or spoke a word. Getting a sudden thought, I relaxed and shot a few short squirts of my hot stin...in jock piss up to my pecs, mixing with the puddle of jock jizz. . Kirk lets out another 'oh fuck me', and flashing another big grin, I cut it loose big time. Grabbing my still half hard dick, I aim right for my face, and opening my mouth, catch a few seconds of my endless stream right in my mouth. Did I swallow my own piss ? He He, Im not. I finally pulled away. it was only 7:00pm. what a lucky night the way things were playing out.EruptionI got up from my perch, pulled down my underwear and threw off my robe. I stood, naked, excited, nearing climax. I wanted to slow down and enjoy the night and not cum too soon. I was staring at Jerome...please God...come to me Jerome. And like ali baba, he stood, his overalls, slipping to his feet and wow...nothing covering his masculinity. a scary big and bad dick...darker that his brown. He had ridden his motorcycle, and I had to make him stop once on the way back to my apartment so I could puke. He held my head while I heaved my guts up, and cleaned me up with his handkerchief. I mean, who carries a handkerchief these days? I don’t remember going into the apartment or getting in bed. I woke up the next morning and my mouth felt like rats had taken up residence in it. There was a trio of blacksmiths banging away on anvils inside my head and I felt like fried shit. I could smell. The baby worm growing inside must be big too.***Cynthia's belly is huge now. She looks like a pregnant woman. Maybe, in a way, she is. Cynthia is carrying the babies of the worm's pod, like a living incubator.“Wow! You must have a least five eggs inside of you.”Tina is also being fucked by one tentacle but she doesn't seem to be receiving any eggs in her womb. This is weird. Maybe the pod doesn't have enough yet. I can't wait for my turn.Oh God! The tentacle is pulling out of Cynthia's pussy.