. sir!” Miles grumbled as he confessed his true feelings.By now, Tanya was too far gone to stop herself from her release. I could feel every stroke ...s the policeman and I used her holes. At last, she came quite loudly and I shot my load into her tight booty, while the detective emptied his balls into her fine snatch. I pulled out, ran to the john, pissed, washed my cock and my hands, and returned to find a third guy kneeling to lick the cum leaking from Tanya’s asshole. I watched in fascination. Even her low laugh carried a charged sexuality that was evident clear across the room. Her highlighted blonde hair cascaded over one shoulder, and the straight sheen of it seemed to glow in the studio lights. He had to touch the alabaster smoothness of her skin, to convince himself that she was real and not some fantasy produced out of his fevered mind. He re-positioned her hand a little more in front, and as he touched the warm skin of her arm, an almost physical shock ran through him; instead. If it bothers me, then why doesn't it bother thegirl? When I put on a swimsuit, I make damn sure the panty matches thetop. It just feels wrong when they don't.One lady at the chat site asked how it affected me. Did I breathe harder,blood pump harder, have trouble relaxing because my undies didn't match.She suggested I watch the advertisements for the Ahh bra. Watch what theother ladies were wearing. Of course those bras were not going tocoordinate with any of a woman's panties because the. It was Sally that observed, ‘That man is some sort of god. Do you realize that he gave Jeannie one orgasm, me two, and you Tammy, two, before he shot his load. I wonder how long we have to wait before he can do it again.’ Jeannie fingered her sore pussy. Her life would never be the same again. She now knew exactly what her cunt was for. From then on, when she met a man for the first time, she examined his face, and his crotch. Sunday night They had just got Tom started on Sally when they were.