. No, no, no. Don't stir. No stirring! Back vile thing!The average man's mind will process a sexual thought once every eight seconds. So, for a single...session lasting one and one half hour, my penis could potentially betray me six hundred thirty times. By the second, that three hundred dollars was looking less and less like easy rent money, and more like hard work. If I was going to convince myself to do this, my rational mind had to get busy.Who cares if that stuff happens while you're up. It wasnt long before I felt him start to buck as his orgasm took over. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot his cum all over my face. He reached down, got a bit of his cum on his fingers and put it in his mouth, as I scooped the rest into my mouth. At this point I had a raging hardon of my own and Rick moved to get in position to start stroking me. As he did I stroked his a bit and he was erect again. Oh, to be that age again,lol., anyway at this point we moved into 69 and were sucking. Every Hollywood horror film came to mind: horrendous monsters with dripping fangs and bloody claws, disfigured living corpses with stinking, rotting flesh.She shook her head, chiding herself. “That’s stupid. I’m an adult, dammit.” She kicked the covers off and shifted to look over the edge of the bed. “I know better, I can’t be afraid of monsters.”“Monsters don’t…” Her eyes widened at the sight of a clawed hand waving at her from beneath her bed. Two luminous silver eyes glowed up at her as she. “Ouch!”, I feel the slap of Charlie’s open palm against my buttocks, and then again, before his hands softly caress my arse cheeks and pull them apart. I rest my face on the floor and stick my bum in the air and am rewarded by the wonderful sensation of Charlie’s warm wet tongue gliding up my pussy lips. I pull Jane’s arse cheeks apart and look at her beautiful open pussy and perfect tight little brown hole. I run my finger slowly up her sopping slit and start working the juices around and into.