I couldn’t breathe. I just wasn’t used to this much activity than having a woman lay on top of me.“No,” she whispered in my ear, “I’ve nev...r had a patron cum inside me before, but I hope this one does again.” she rolled off onto her side and I gasped quietly, glad to be able to breathe again.“I will be glad to,” I said, “just give me some time to recover.” I put my arm under her head and on her shoulder. We cuddled for a while.She laid quietly for a while. After a bit she started rubbing my. It's as if I can feel their hands groping and touching me. Even in my dream state it's intoxicating not knowing whose finger is where, or whose hand cups my balls. A fingernail traces a path down my inner thigh. A tiny wet finger wriggles its way into my asshole. It's a chaotic maelstrom of hands and tongues everywhere. I take pleasure in losing myself in their loving embrace. Time slows and then stands still. Nothing exists except those tender caresses. Together, they suck me, and I love it.. Or she'd drip my jism onto her belly or her nipples or the sensitive insides of her thighs. Then she'd smear it around and make me lick it off. Sometimes, Louise would come into the room just after Liz and I had fucked. After peeling the condom off me, my wife would drip the cum onto her long, swollen nipples and let us nurse. The slightly sour taste of the sperm would complement the sweetness of her milk, creating a flavor all its own. We joked that if Borden's could put that flavor in their. That part is done. I'm happy to say you were very well behaved and no one got cut badly." She bent to the butterfly, kissing it hello before tugging the clamp with her teeth. "Only one thing left to do. --" One hand on Bobbi's butterfly nipple, rolling it in her fingers, she reached with the other and dipped the soap bar in the water, rolling it over and over in between palm and fingers working up a small soapy cloud. With both hands, small fingers lathered Bobbi's patch, massaged away tension,.