His balls contracted and his white hot semen shot across the shower and hit the wall opposite him.Four more strong spurts issued forth from his loins....Strong ones, they were, but not quite as strong as the first. They lost themselves in the swirling water and made their way down the drain.Spent and nearly exhausted, Robert Morgan soaped his body and rinsed it off. He was hesitant to touch his cock for fear it would come back to life, but it had to be cleaned.He left the bathroom sporting. I fondle his balls, licking them and tugging on them gently. Then I run my tongue up the underside of his shaft all the way to the tip and touch the tip of my tongue to the hole, tasting his pre-cum before taking him deep again. This position is better because I can control the depth. No danger of gagging, I know my limits, and I take Rick to the edge of them over and over again. “Oh, fuck, Lanie…I’m cumming…swallow it…take it all down your throat…Oh, FUCK!” He shudders and I wrap my hand. .. you know ... someone gets interested in me. It only makes sense that she takes the lead. I wouldn’t know what to do with us, myself.”“Wow, that innocent?” she asked. “Think about this, though, what happens when Fiona doesn’t get her way?”“You tell me”, I said.“I bet it’s happened at least once”, she said. Her voice trembled and she look down. “She punishes you. Doesn’t she?”I blushed and stayed quiet, not wanting to admit it.“Yeah, she does. That’s what it always comes down to, in the end.. . holding the bag ... so to speak." I'm staying home, Eels," I said, "Tell me something, Eels?" What?" He was getting upset ... good sized tugs are hard to find."Who owns the wreck?" I asked. I nodded my head forward, indicating the half submerged tug on the other side of the tee wharf."I do," he said. "Why?" I wanna practice on it," I said."Practice?" Yeah ... I want to see if I can raise it, repair it, and maybe use it," I explained. "It would keep me home where I can hear Wendy." Hel, you.