Maybe fifteen or twenty strokes before I bucked in pure ecstasy, shooting thick streams of semen all over my stomach and her back. I just kept coming ...n wave after glorious wave, choking the head of my cock with lusty abandon. I lay there breathing hard into Katie's neck, the afterglow washing over me in a blissful warmth. I kept stroking my cock slowly, more for the feeling of her ass on the back of my hand, than the sensation in my own loins. And my body sliding against her cum-coated back. “I thought you wanted to do this,” I said.Melissa squeezed my shoulder again. “Babe, I want to go on kinky safari and check out the wildlife, not give you new reasons for therapy.”“Pretty sure this is an existing reason,” Lavi said.“Lavi.” Melissa’s voice carried a warning.“Do I seem on edge? I thought I was doing cool and collected. You know, like Nick Carraway.” A week back we had marathoned four film versions of The Great Gatsby so Melissa could write a paper on changing motifs in. I think I’ve convinced Melody about Laura that she was just offering extra help. Time will tell if that’s the case.———I manage to get through the rest of the day with relative ease. The same isn’t said for the Wednesday as Laura pulls me aside again after class. “Robbie! That one was so hot; I’m considering breaking my one rule. You got me so wet I’ve never came so hard. You did that on purpose!!” “Me? I would never!” I have to play cool. My dick is bulging and one wrong move could ruin this. I. “The man of the hour,” he remarked and shook Ron’s hand. Connie gave him a hug. Ron spotted his father.“Carter,” Ron said, “this is Matthew Quick, my dad, and Connie and Steve Cottor, my sister and brother-in-law. Folks, this is Carter Hannigan, April’s dad.”“Pleased to meet you. Come in.”Steve led them to a table with a wooden box of casino-quality gaming chips, a cardboard box and two decks of cards. On a server was an ice bucket holding bottles of beer and a bowls of pretzels, potato chips.