I knelt between his legs and lifted them until I could get his knees over my shoulders. I could enter him easily and deeply like this, leaning against...the dead weight of his body. I played with his limp cock, squeezed his cold balls, wondering whether there was still a spark of life trapped in there. I locked my arms around his soft thighs and started slowly pumping in and out of his loose bowels. My own semen churned around my cock, oozing out of him, cementing us together in our embrace. I. She murmured something, indistinctly, and I slid out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, there to stand in near bliss as the pressure on my bladder slowly faded. Of course, standing with my head nearly upon the tank did not particularly enhance the experience, except for the absence of urine spatter upon my wall.While I was up, I set to washing my hands, brushing my teeth, and splashing my face in a facsimile of cleaning it. I considered the changes in my life, revealed the prior evening. After. John sat down on the sofa spent and I knew that he was disappointed that it was over so soon but little did he know that this was only the beginning. I was so hot watching the two of them that I had to get into the action. Donna lay back on the sofa and slipped off her heels and placed them in John's lap. She asked him to rub his cock all over her silky nylon stocking feet. At this point I walked to the sofa and pulled out my swollen cock and placed it in front of her face. As I watched John. It quivered with the beat of his pulse. Tanya massaged the sweet spot just under the flaring cock-head with her thumb and she was rewarded with a gush of pre-cum that washed over her fingers. "Oooo..."she cooed and cleaned the clear liquid from her fingers with the tip of her tongue. Using both hands, she bent Chris' cock back and fit the tip into her mouth. She rolled her lips and tongue over his bulging cock-head like she meant it. In fact, she was downright enthusiastic about the.