With her hands on the headboard, Maria bounced up and down on my cock. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip."Fuck my cock," I said to...her. She responded with a little moan."My cock is yours. Use it. Fuck it. Make it hit all the right spots in your hot pussy. Cum on it. I want you to cum all over my cock."I could tell the talk was getting to her. She was fucking me harder and faster. Her moans were louder and she was babbling, saying things like, "Fuck! Oh fuck! Jesus yes! Oh. Of course I’ve had a huge amount of sexual stimulation and last week I was on that high school naked Program, you know.”“Oh, my, yes, Dr Worthington mentioned that to me.”“He gave me a medical excuse so I could do it wearing my tights, but toward the end of the week, my constant stimulation had also seemed to make it less sensitive.”She looked thoughtful. “Yes ... Some of my patients reported that having a lot of erections did help with extreme sensitivity. Ok, then. Do you think that this. Spread across the stage, there were seven or eight guys, seemingly stage workers, walking up and down getting the place ready for a show. After a while, I noticed that the guys placing, retrieving and moving things around had serious athletic bodies, were only wearing boxers, and the shortest of them was about my height (I’m 6 feet tall). There were a couple of black guys, a couple of latinos (although one or both could have been Asian and the middle-eastern), and the rest were white dudes. . I said football and diving team. Wow, you must be in good shape then. I pulled up my shirt and showed him my chest and stomach. Looking, Bill asked can I touch your stomach. I thought it was weird, but said OK. His hand was soft and smooth. He slid across my stomach, then up my chest. I started getting a strange feeling as he moved his hand over my chest and circled my right nipple. Moving down slowly he stopped at my waist. Resting his hand on my leg for a few minutes he asked if he could ask.