She opened her mouth and gripped Ten’s cock, holding it against her lips as her tongue lolled out to lick the head. I pinched her nipple and grabbe... the first thing I could find – her left hand – and kissed it deeply and passionately. Her eyes darted over to me, Nine’s cock between her lips, and reached her hand down below the table to unbuckle my belt. I helped her unbuckle and unzip my jeans. Hearts’ slender hands slid between my jockeys to find my rigid cock. She began to rub it between. Candace came back to the head end to observe. "Wow! I'm impressed!" she exclaimed, "with BOTH of you!" There was nothing like watching it in action to drive home to Candace that her son had a fine-looking cock -- and the way Beth was handling it was even MORE impressive! "Doesn't that hurt?" she asked, seating herself tailor-fashion on the floor beside the couple.Beth blinked. Actually, it wasn't all that pleasant -- but it wasn't painful, either. But how on Earth did you communicate anything. I really appreciated that because all of my ‘equipment’ was wrecked. But…I have two problems. Most of the time, following a good fucking and, I’ve rested a little – I want fucked again. The other problem is that I am a real lover of taking big black cocks – I just crave satisfying a well endowed black top. Hell I lived with a guy who was a thicker 9” for quite a while and he was always horny. He’d fuck my brains out at night and then, pretty often, wake up with a rock solid erection the next. He looked towards the direction of his window. He could now make out the moonlight shining through his window curtain.He had been having those same dreams again. The first dream was the one he first had in his mom's car town two weeks ago. He was ten years old. He was leading a group of other kids. They were always chasing and bullying some poor young girl. She looked like some kind of gypsy. She was terrified of Charles and the other kids.The second dream was about him and the kids throwing.