He was a cum drinker to the core, he just hated beinggagged. The last man approached. He was a large man with a football player's build,and he had the...biggest cock I had ever seen. I wondered how I had missed himfrom before. He was stroking his eleven inch dick and looking at Matthew. Hesaid to me, ?I want to stick my cock in his mouth.? ?Sure,? I said. I couldn't help but reach over and stroke the man's huge cock.I had never seen or felt anything like it, and I wanted to know if it was real.My. Wehad quite a nice seat, although a bit far away for mytaste. I wasted no time, unzipping my slacks and un-dressing as the girls made their way to the bed. Ifigured it was my turn to put on a show for Julie, whoglanced over my way several times, the table inter-rupting her view. I now sat in my chair, wearing nothing, strokingmy very erect penis as I watched the two girls. Julie,not to be out done, propped her feet up on the air-con-ditioning unit and began to stroke. ’ I had no defence. ‘Oh no,’ I muttered, shocked to the core. ‘I really was his mother.’ ‘No, he was just a lousy boyfriend.’ His tone softened abruptly. ‘Sweetheart, you deserved so much better.’ The endearment caught me by surprise. Unsure how to react, I stopped and turned around, only for my breath to catch in my throat. The city was a distant sprawl below us, the straight, criss-crossing roads of the old Roman settlement defined by lines of streetlamps, the orange glare they cast across. He moved away for a moment and she tried to keep still on the blanket, flushed and tense and completely his. Goosebumps pebbled her skin. ‘Byron?’ she whispered, listening intently for any sign of him. All she could hear was her own shaky breath. The earth smelled like rain. A sudden chill tightened already taut skin. She felt like a bomb about to blow or a tidal wave gathering far at sea. Suddenly he washed over her, weighing her down. His hands encircled her, lifting her to him, and his face.