The first jet shot right up beyond his nipple, then the second into the middle of his chest and the third across his belly, as my hand felt his cum co...rsing up through his tool – 4, 5, 6, times he pumped, gobs of creamy cum now running down his tool into his bush of pubic hair.He writhed about in a mixture of agony and ecstasy, seemingly unaware in his alcohol-induced stupor. His head flipped violently back and forth from side to side, as his face flushed and he gasped in his sleep. And then. I wanted to fuck her, but she was not willing to dothat. I knew that she was not going to agree herself,so I started thinking of ways to coerce her. At last Igot an idea. I told my friend Joe the whole story andasked him to help me. He was only too happy. In fact hetold me that he used to fantasize about Lana whilemasturbating. Joe was a well-built man and he had somesexual experience. We discussed many ways, includingdrugging and blackmailing. I was afraid of drugging her because I was afraid. The grave-diggers moved in to fill in the gravewhile everyone else lined up to give Joachim their condolences beforedrifting away. Albrecht Grost didn't bother with this convention, turningand marching out of the churchyard to his waiting staff car the instantthe graveside ceremony was over and being whisked away by his driver."I wonder if it's something we said," chuckled Gerda, watching as it spedoff.A gust of wind whipped through the churchyard and I pulled my fur collartightly around me,. This is nothing new since he always bought her favorite flowers and sweets when she visited them.Things were normal at home. His mother opened the door for him and his sister came and hugged him as usual. Even the talk was quite normal as was fit for the occasion. He enquired about the welfare of her family and her own well being. She in turn asked him about him and as usual teased him about when he was going to marry. All was well and he finished his bath and sat down for dinner. Aruna sat.