He pulled out and came on my face and tits before I passed out completely and woke up to find another guy fucking me. He was a heavy set, overweight, ...airy, older guy, most likely in his mid 60’s. He was sweating heavily as he pumped his cock in me, my legs spread wide, one hanging off the couch and the other wrapped around his back. He slid easily inside of me as he squashed me into the couch and spoke dirty into my ear about fucking my black cunt with his hard, white dick. I was still aroused. We held the kiss for what felt like a lifetime, then she broke the kiss, keeping her arms around me. We talked, I can't remember in detail what we said, but we talked about the old days, the missing each other, the times we'd spent together. The words came tumbling out of both of us, sometimes both talking at the same time. If events had ended there, I would have been happy, but there was more to come.Suddenly she let go of me, gently pushed me back so I was leaning on the logs, took my coat. 'Just think, Sissy, 'She said, as her hand grasped my hair tightly, pressing my face down on her big, white tit, 'Just think of a proper man, with a big fat cock, sliding into me, filling me with its cum. Would you like that?'I moaned an affirmative into her flesh. 'It's been so long since I've been fucked...properly. And those dildos just don't feel right - even if they are the right size!' It was true, what she was saying. The dildos did make her cum, but she preferred the real thing. 'A nice. "What's funny?" I asked.Calveen looked at the two with a bit of anger and he said, "Your name is different, John. Women have one-syllable names while men have two. They aren't used to something different." I didn't know. My real name is Jonathon. John's just my nickname."That awed everybody, even Calveen. He said, "That's a three! We should call you something with two syllables. That has been an issue."I looked at Jan and said, "You have never said anything about this. Why?"She responded with a.