We hardly ever worried about leftovers at our house. Everyone always ate everything up. Even if she just made a sandwich, it was always better then th... one I made and used exactly the same stuff.I remember asking her one time, "Why do your sandwiches taste better? It doesn't make sense. We use the same stuff."She looked me, smiled and said, "I always put love in my sandwiches." It was true, everything she did was just a little better.I don't know how far we ever made it through that book of. Sarah’s attention to me was still fresh in my mind. But it was even more than that: it was the first time I ever felt wanted. It was not the cheap feel that the boys were after – something only for their pleasure with nothing for me. All those times I was never asked to dance melted into history. My night with Sarah changed all that. She wanted me for what I was – and to make me happy, while expecting nothing from me. All she wanted to show me was that she loved me. As I lay thinking about last. As I fished around for my shorts the girls were grabbing at me an still pouncing. The next thing I knew there were hands on my cock from behind and Kate was in front of me with her legs wrapped around my waste, her arms around my head and her tits were mashed into my face.During the struggle I managed to get closer to the shallow end where I could get my feet on the bottem of the pool and the struggle settled some. Kate was still wrapped around me and Ann was still splashing around my cock.. There was no slow entry like the imitation cock. This live piece of rod shot like a bolt and the sudden invasion into my body made me cry out as every breath in my body momentarily left me.Unfortunately, it was just like the pony. A thrust. One more, followed by another. A brief feeling of an expanding mushroom at the head of his cock and then a flood of cum filling me up and poring out as his cock almost immediately pulled out.I didn’t cum at all. My cunt, that was naturally big, felt like a.