‘I’m really worried about them,’ Anne told me mournfully. ‘They’re such good friends, and the kids get on so well together, but they’re in...a terrible financial situation.’ ‘Has he gone bust?’ I enquired. ‘More or less,’ continued the lovely Anne, her concern written all over her face. ‘He should go bankrupt I suppose, but he’s so damn proud and won’t duck out from his debts.’ ‘Very creditable,’ I interjected. ‘Most people might well just cut and run.’ Anne looked at me, and sniffed. She was. One day, I had a thought about a Road Trip Game and tried it out. It was perfect and to this day I still play this game while I am driving down two lane highways. The object of the game is to try not to cum for as long as possible. You can do this by either trying to hold back your cum for as long as possible or for a totally different experience you can keep your body as relaxed as possible and just let the juices flow naturally without trying to hold it back at all (this can be done by. ” I felt around to my ass. “ Oh my. My ass is full of...” I pulled my finger out, smelt and licked it “Sperm. My ass is full of sperm. Just like my pussy.”I didn’t add because it’s got a good douching of doggie spunk as well. However, I did say, “And my ass hole feels so big. Look.”.I leaned back, spreading my legs and holding them up, exposing my bottom to the heavens.“It certainly is,” Charles agreed. “Not surprising seeing it took three big cocks inside it at the same time.“What!” I. I set up a small stereo, popping in a CD I had made just for this occasion. Some of the songs were romantic, Elvis, Buble; some suggestive, Lets Spend The Night Together by the Rolling Stones, Hurts So Good by Mellencamp, and culminating in Love, At Last, a downright dirty instrumental by Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin, featuring the sounds of them making love. Then there were the votive candles that he strategically placed around the room that would create as romantic an atmosphere as he.