His balls were slapping my ass. Suddenly, he slipped out of me, and shoved the man in my mouth away. He placed his cock, covered with my pussy juices ...nto my mouth. It tasted surprisingly good, and I happily sucked his cock as he pounded my mouth with a force I had come to know from him. I would rather have him in my mouth than anywhere else. The other men were watching as the black man positoned his huge cock at my pussy. The other men had loosened it for him, but as he started pushing into. I was in desperate need of some Dutch courage. Me: I just need to use the loo. With just a flimsy plasterboard wall between the toilet and my bedroom I put masses of toilet tissue down the pan before sitting down to do a wee and simultaneously say a prayer. After a quick wash of my hands, a last check in the mirror I took a deep breath and entered the bedroom, hoping he’d either fallen asleep or done a runner. No. He’d busied himself lighting the three novelty candles displayed on the dresser,. And all I could think about was Caitlin. Fantasizing that it was her, bikini bottoms and bra off, staring at that sexy fucking 16-year-old body. My dick hard as a rock, penetrating her, going inside her. And exploding when I finished. I was stretched back in the computer chair, watching the video, stroking slowly, holding onto the pieces of paper towel I was going to use to cum in. I started moving one step at a time. Slowly, then gradually faster. And as I was watching the guy get to the point. We didn't talk about it as much, at least out loud, and some things weren't accepted as much as they are now."I'm afraid I'm part of a profession that has a very high opinion of itself but doesn't really do a lot more than the old snake oil salesmen. Sure, we can set a broken bone and let the body heal itself. And we can clean out a wound, sew it up, and let the body heal that, too. I've heard your mother talk about this while you were around, Mary, so I know you have at least some idea of her.