I’d pushed him to the point of no return.That did it for me. The way his insides clenched around my cock, the pleasure I had given him. I gave in an... gave him my sperm. I pumped him three more times and drove as far as I could. I held myself there and screamed as I filled his hole with my baby batter. He felt it like a wave knocking him over; he was shaking and moaning. He jumped every time I shot. I came like I’d never cum before. This was a sense of accomplishment. I’d filled a stranger up. Once again they were all nude and minus seven.No less than twelve bowlers were going to be involved in the short afternoon fuck fest, eight of them with very lucky ticket holders. The remaining four bowlers were split evenly two and two, and with that rule regarding husbands and wives in play the split was easy. Husband Jason Davidson from the 'Queens' team would partner the 'Hawks' Debra Mills while his wife Patsy would partner their remaining team member William McGill.The show was very much. This is my billet.’ He led the way through a low, wrought iron gate, up a short path to a solid door topped by a Tiffany style fanlight of stained glass depicting stylized flowers. Fishing a key from his pocket he opened the door and ushered her inside. The layout was traditional – a narrow hall with doors to the right side and what was probably the kitchen at the far end, while a staircase on the left led to the bedrooms on the upper floor. Just inside the entrance was a large coat stand and. And, I do mean plowing! His grand finale only lasted a few minutes but it was furious as hell! Flat on my tummy, with a double handful of sheet, he still almost fucked me off the bed! Damn, that man could fuck!It probably helped that, while he was plowing me, I became very loud and vocal. As I lay under him all I could think of was all of the wasted years – all of the years, this could have been happening, when I was younger. At least I turned him on now.We talked for a while, in the dim light.