He could almost feel the weight of them in his own hands as he saw the flesh spill over her palms. The dusky pink of her nipples hardened as she ran t...umbs over each of them. Her green eyes locking on his, she let her hands fall away to move over her stomach. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and stopped. He saw the quick rise and fall of her chest as she waited, the pleading intensifying. At last she moved again, tugging at the waistband and slowly pulling the last fabric on. J. replies consolingly as Destiny works her mouth down to the base of his swollen cock. “Oh yeah, dude, she’s real good, but she’d be perfect if she swallowed!” Aaron replies. “She doesn’t swallow? What’s wrong with her?” Destiny asks in disbelief, briefly coming up for air to offer a young slut’s perspective on the matter. “I know! Right?” Aaron exclaims, pleased by the words of feminine sympathy for his plight. “That’s just wrong…all that wasted cum…” Destiny murmurs thoughtfully before. “Angie has kindly agreed to be my witness. I want to be sure you cannot claim I did anything wrong.” I stopped in shock at the doorway, Jim was wearing just his Y fronts and I couldn’t help looking at his great body. We’d always got on well and had good fun; I think he was even thinking about asking me out and now I would see him being caned by Janine. My eyes traveled down his torso and I saw the bulge in his underpants starting to grow. I realised he was getting excited at the thought of two. Sighing, he pulled up his coat and began the 3 block walk to the train station. He knew he should have brought an umbrella this morning. He merged with the foot traffic on the sidewalk and began the shuffle towards his station."What am I doing with my life?" he wondered. He had a good job in the Financial District, even if no one could figure out what he did when he told him. He had given up long ago trying to describe it and just said "Marketing" when asked. Most people thought it was.