I made sure that all the five not currently lying under me were either engaged in bringing themselves up to well-lubricated states or bring themselves...to heavenly satisfaction again (they all agreed that their own fingers were no match for my erection in that department) or doing the same to someone else. This latter they took some persuasion over, why give someone else an orgasm when you could do with another one yourself? Since they were promised more injections of sperm for the best. She measured me. She looked up at me and said, " huh, 7inches , you just made it. You will be number eight." She wrote on my chest "8." She wasted no time. She dropped her silk robe and assumed a prone position on a black leather fainting couch. She used a velvet pillow to elevate her firm posterior to facilitate entry. Number one was an older, handsome, distinguished looking black man with a large uncircumcised member. He lubricated his penis and was slow to enter her demonstrating that she. I said, "I have one name, Elvis Strango, as a possible ringleader in the conspiracy, but I did not know if that is his real name or a cover name. I never heard of this Strango, and I have no idea where to start looking for him. Rachel, have you ever heard of him?" No, the name does not ring a bell. I'll start a search of the news database first thing tomorrow, but I don't know if that will turn anything up. If that doesn't help, I'll try searching at the library. I can't even imagine the. I am wet quick because your fingers know exactly where to roam. You slide on top of me – thrusting your cock deep inside me. You then take my legs and put them on your shoulders – parallel to your body – my feet reaching your head. I love to fuck you this way because you penetrate me so deep. You thrust yourself in and out hard, watching your cock slide in and out of me. I finger my clit as you fuck me and this turns you on. I begin to cum and I sense that you are too. You love to watch me.