She moaned, "Fuuuck...meee, cocks." I could feel John's cock throbbing. My cock was trapped in Carol's cunt by John's cock. I was a delighted prisone... of fucking. I wanted this to go on forever. My trapped cock was drenched with Carol's vaginal juices that were gushing from her cunt.John's face was turning red with his sexual exertions. The muscles in his arms were straining to keep him up to allow more fucking.He started to make grunting sounds, "Unhhh, Ahhh!"His cock started to expand and. Not only her pubic hair, but that slightlyprotuberant belly stimulated my imagination. Her navel, slightlyclosed from a bit of underlying padding, looked like a perfect placeto put the tip of my cock, and rub until I came... What would thatbelly, rubbing against mine, during passionate fucking, feel like? Shelet me look.It wasn't entirely me giving her pleasure, either. Several weeks intothis relationship, she began to stroke my aching dick for me, as well.No longer, unless I chose to do so,. I lay there on the floor of the apartment for fifteen minutes before I regained enough strength to get up again. I sat down in the only chair we had left in the apartment – a folding metal chair. The coldness of the metal seat at first shocked my inflamed ass and pussy, but quickly the cold became soothing. As I sat there regaining strength, I relived the whole experience in my mind, smiling and giggling like a little schoolgirl at her first sex-ed class! Three strange men had treated me like. It will put this story to bed and I hope we will all live happily ever after.”I looked at Harry. “Are you prepared to go through with this? Believe me I am more than happy for it to happen, and I will never ask what happens between the two of you. I don’t have to be Einstein to work out the past, and I want the future to be free of guilt and regret. I have to live with it if you don’t.”Harry looked at Suzie. “It’s up to you; I am willing, as Sally says it could be the end of a past that haunts.