"I'm sorry guys," I said."It's okay," they said."I feel really bad about that whole talk thing." It's fine, really," Mike said. I nodded.Now there wer... going to be two in the bunch.Two couples who had done it, one of which had regretted it and then done it again. The other couple: it was still too soon to tell what would be happening.Of course, we now had to tell them all. The whole gang had to know. Two out of five was getting up there, which meant that the others had to be told.So I called. I just laid there and took it. He started kissin' my nipples while he used his hands to massage my breasts. He started suckin' on my nipples, so hard it started to hurt. I said, 'Daddy, that hurts. Don't do that.' I think he apologized, but he didn't stop. He kept going. His tongue was so warm, he flicked it around in circles until I felt my nipples getting hard. Then he started pinching them while he started kissing my belly. He was licking my belly, right below my belly button. He sucked on. Big bags, the contents of which make his belly swell and the thin, stretched skin become translucent with sweat. The young man holds the water for me. Ask yourself this. What is worse for a boy – retaining a big bag, anus plugged, abdomen distended, perspiring like crazy, unable to move in your chair due to the tight bondage, legs strapped high in front of you. Or the alternative – taking bags in quick succession, a constant filling, hurting, explosive evacuation, filling, hurting etc. I’m not. Victoria was also admiring him. She could now see the chest whose hairs she had played with. The dark hairs almost formed a spray rather than a thick mat. His chest was well muscled and the muscles on his abdomen were plainly visible. He had broad shoulders and muscular arms. She looked at his face that she knew so well. He too had high cheekbones and a slightly haughty nose. His eyebrows were full but it was the eyes themselves that once more riveted her: deep brown but bright, brimming with.