I could feel them. Feel them dripping out and covering his crotch as we fucked. Just fucked like animals now. I wanted to feel him cumming inside me. ... wanted to be taken. Oh, god, I wanted his cock so much. He howled. Thrust hard, then again. My pussy was sucking on his cock. I wanted more. But I always wanted more. He sometimes called me his little whore. I loved it. I loved him right now. And I loved his cock. This first real life fuck was making me cum too. "Ah, damn, little flower. Oh,. "That's Betty's cum," she said. "You guessed right," I said, "could I have a taste?" She handed me the spoon and I sucked it into my mouth like I was suckingBetty's cock. "This is so good," I said, "we should bottle it and sellit." "We could put it in those little plastic bags that fruit juice come in,"Christie said."Or in a tooth paste tube," Kimberly said, "we could call it yummy cummy.I said, "You know those chocolates they have in Europe that have liqueurin them," I queried. "We could put. And I’ve fallen ... I mean, I just think that I’d like to do it with you.”I was confused. First, no one has ever called me hunky. It was clear the girl was delusional. Either that, or she seriously needed glasses. But did Kate just stop herself from telling me that she had fallen in love with me? I thought that this was just supposed to be about a one-time thing, an introduction to pleasure, so to speak. That was conflicting enough. But if she was in love with me, or thought she was in love. Pat had her mouth a little over his head and was fisting him with her hand. There was lots of room on that pole I think she could have put both hands on it, end over end and still had more room. Pat sucked on Paul’s dick for it seemed hours and every time he was close to coming she stopped, I could see the veins throbbing on his dick, his balls were starting to tighten up getting ready to cum, but Pat would have none of that. Pat then turned so her pussy was close to Paul’s head and commanded.