Wave after wave of intense orgasm. I see colours and spots for a moment. I hear nothing but my own grunts. I look down at my erupting manhood, watchin... the blasts of hot cum fly out of it. It's covering your crotch, landing on and around your beautiful dick. I gain my senses enough to try to aim the last few bursts right onto your quivering balls, and as my climax subsides I breathe a sign of relief. I look down at you, probably with a stupid grin in my face. I think it's confusion I see on. .. I can’t see you anymore.I am not going to let you hurt me like this again!Trainer: It was a sit up. You did one sit up.Having plans sounds like a good idea until you have to put on clothes and leave the house.It’s weird being the same age as old people.Life is like a helicopter. I don’t know how to operate a helicopter.Chocolate is God’s way of telling us he likes us a little bit chubby.It’s probably my age that tricks people into thinking I’m an adult.Marriage Counselor: Your wife says you. The warmth of her thighs was nice, and I didn't notice as I stopped attempting to drive the sexual thoughts from my mind.I don't know if I zoned out or just got lost in pleasure, but before I knew it I found myself moving slightly back and forth, essentially fucking her thighs. The need to cum started to win the battle with my rational brain, but I was still able to hold back from forcing myself on her.Before I knew it, I started to feel a different sensation. Her costume underwear hadn't. “You are both going to need these. Wear them all week, so you’ll be ready for Saturday night.” Syd opened her box, finding a glass butt plug. My box had a similar one. She looked at me, at it, then at Bobbi, who, sensing a question, said. “The men in this group will definitely want to tap that ass, and you need to be ready for them.” She patted Syd’s butt. “But, why do I have one?” I asked. Giving me a playful slap on my ass, she replied, “Because the women in this group will want a piece of.