"You'll survive. And your mom will show you some things you can do to relieve the tension. But I'm sorry to have to tell you that it would be a very b...d thing for Jason or me to have sex with you." Dad?" Jason asked. "I've had the same problem for a while. And Moira is a pretty foxy chick, if you haven't noticed. Why can't she and I take care of each other? Why should we have to suffer, when we have a willing partner, who we love and respect, ready and able to take care of those needs?" Several. I often use it when I haven't gotten fucked in a while; and until I met Robert, my main experiences with getting fucked were with several different black guys I'd known who had enormous cocks! Robert, on the other, doesn't have a big cock. He's truly a very sweet and considerate guy, and I really like him a lot---but, his 'penis' (a word he, himself, uses to describe it) is only a little over four inches, fully 'erect', and though we began seeing each other fairly often, I was so used to a big. I told him that I was going to the toilet before we went back and walked around to the other bar where the toilet was. In the other bar I spotted three of the guys that had gang banged Susan a few months ago, I went up to them and said hello and offered to buy them a drink which they accepted. The conversation soon got around to Susan and they asked if they could come and fuck her again, I said that they would be able to but I had a friend with me tonight, at that point a by now quite drunk. When I passed by the black car I could see one man sitting inside. The windshield wasn’t tinted like the rest of the windows and the guy inside the car wasn’t very friendly looking. As I was wearing a helmet with a dark face shield, I wasn’t worried about him seeing my face, but my fear about Jill’s place being watched was proven true. Once out of sight of the black car I sped up and raced my bike back home. When I walked in I found Christy sitting on the couch. Lucky was laying beside her with.