Bet she is still sore after the fucking I gave her, with my 8 inch cock."Jonathan Brandis responded by saying "8 inches my ass, bet you ain't even got...4 inches."Brad responded to that comment by pulling down his pants and revealing his 8 incher to everyone in the room. And he said to Jonathan Brandis, "what do you got, come on show me"Reluctantly Jonathan removed his pants, showing off a stiff 6.5 inch cock.It was now Jon Jackson's turn to share. Well my first time was only a few months ago. I. The story was simple; I was a great lover, but I wasn't enough to fill her needs. No matter how much I fucked her she still needed more. She loved me, hadn't wanted to hurt me, but she needed cock and lots of it. I was a better fuck than most all of her lovers, but she needed quantity as much as quality. Regardless of the fact that she was praising me (even as she said I wasn't enough for her) my ego still took a battering. I finally asked her if there wasn't something that I could consider 'my. “One of us has to be,” he said, a small smile coming to his lips.She raised an eyebrow. “Is that judgement I hear, Quinn?” Her voice was barely a whisper.“Never. Only concern for your well being,” he replied. From somewhere he had gotten a cool cloth. He brushed her sweat-soaked hair from her face and began to gently wipe the tears and sweat. The cold cloth on her burning skin felt wonderful. “I do not like hurting you, even when you ask me to,” he said quietly.“That wasn’t hurting me,” she. Not in front of everyone else. I'd wait until we were alone, or until no one could hear us at least."Do you notice any difference in my chest?" She stuck her chest out at me, proudly. I could tell that all of the rest of them were in on the big joke, or whatever it was. I guessed then that it was some trick that Clara was playing on me. Some trick that made it look like she had titties when she really didn't. Those bumps that were poking against her gown sure did look like her nipples though..