I guess because he always knew that he was going to [ Get some too ] when they'ed bring me back home and I'd fall asleep across my bed again, with the...r nasty white cum still slowly oozing back out of me and down into my underwear.I never tried to stop him from doing me. I guess because by the time he got to me, my little asshole was not only used to the feel of a cock up inside of it but was needing to feel it, more and more.He fucked me for about 6 or 7 months and was getting more and more. The overwatch was cautious enough; I could probably have gotten two of them, but the third would have been a dice-roll, and that would still have left nine untouched before I was gunned down.Not good enough.Patience. I could do patience; that has always been kind of my thing.I allowed them to escort me to the individual search area a few paces away from my van. Not enough paces.The PFC had me turn around and started to search. She stopped, patted along my torso again, then backed off, and I. I stood in front of her with my legs spread astride hers as she sat there with my erect cock pointed straight at her breasts. I had a good feel of her breasts and she tickled my balls and between my wide spread legs right under me with her fingertips. I tickled her nipples with the big soft head of my penis. She squeezed my shaft between her breasts and licked the tip of my penis head where it stuck out above her breasts. I fingered my stiff shaft and stroked it gently with my fingers to show. P cackled in her famous witchy voice.“Do I have to do it while playing guitar?”“Nah, we’ll let you slide, Cuda,” Sammy laughed out.“Didn’t I hear you say you had one, Sammy?” I tried to deflect the focus away from me.“You sure did ... not hear me say I had one! Nice try, though, Smarty pants!” Sammy chuckled.“Okay. Here’s me wee naughty limerick,” I said in me best Irish Brogue before I sang:“There was a young man from Brighton.Who thought he’d at last found a tight ‘un.He said, “Oh my love,It.