I love you." But by doing these things with Brindy and with Pat, I have hurt them, Dave. It is only that when I said to Brindy that we shower together... she thought I meant she and I, not you and I, and she looked so happy with that ... I do not want to hurt Brindy. I wanted to make her happy."I kissed my Dave. "But I want to make YOU happy. But some things are too much for me to bear." You make me happy, little one. Pat and Brindy, we love them, and love will get us all through this."I made. Often. Almost every day, actually. Relive it. I relive it, almost every day. I can still feel the thick flesh withdrawing only to be replaced by another shaft of thick meaty flesh, entering, penetrating. The hot jets of climax filling me, then running creamily out. Losing track and count of how many. Wondering if it would – if they could – ever quit, if they could get enough of me.”Though I still faltered with eye contact I could still take her hand; drew her to me, putting my arms around her.. Lo followed closely behind, his dick sticking out in front of him like a pointer as he watched her swaying ass.Jill went to the guest bedroom and when Lo entered she guided him to the bed maneuvering him on his hands and knees in the middle. She lay on her back and scooted between his arms down to where his cock was hanging by her head. Reaching up with one hand she wrapped her fingers around the shaft about halfway down. He wasn't fully hard yet and the head was still covered by the hood.Jill. Oddly enough, when I saw my reflection, I would become aroused again. That was the funny part. Here I wanted more than anything to be free of that chair, but the sheer helplessness made me even more excited. I considered trying to untie the other ropes, but with my hands cuffed to the back of the chair, that was impossible. My jaw was becoming stretched and sore from wearing my ball-gag. But I couldn't reach it! My feet were stiff from wearing high-heels, but I couldn't undo the straps. I was.