The girls had shifted and I now had two on each side of me sitting as close to my crotch as they could silently watching Kelly stroke my cock through ...y jeans.I thought she might actually make me cum in my pants. And I was perfectly fine with that! I was moaning softly in rhythm with her stroking. This went on for probably a good fifteen minutes. Kelly said, “I should probably let him out,” to no one in particular. I saw three heads nod approval. I also noticed that they were all in their sleep. "Ohhh…sweet Jesusss…I'mmm…almost thereeee…Bobbyyyy!" Meeee…toooo…Beckkkkyyy!'Seconds later we exploded together in the most satisfying climax I had yet experienced. Bobby kept working my pussy on his shaft as one orgasm after another wracked my body. I had never experienced anything like that. I must have had a dozen orgasms if I had one.We finally showered. Bobby did everything. He washed by body and hair. He toweled my body dry, and blew dry and styled my hair. He perfumed and powdered my. It was several weeks after our wonderful anal exploration in Wellfleet. Over that time we further explored all the combinations two people in love could concoct to have sex. I loved the manner we had developed of working and having sex four or five times a week. It was uninhibited and wild, with the introduction of multiple toys, fantasies, and sexy dress resulting in huge orgasms and lots of naked body contact. One Sunday afternoon, we were reading the paper relaxing. I glanced up from my. "No reason to insult her. She ain't gonna steal nothing, she don't even like coke. She'll be back at my place by midnight." No shit she don't do coke," Hammer said. "I've seen her big ass. Tommy, send your boys to his place to wait for her. He's at 300 West Street, apartment four. She'll be driving an old Mazda 300, black." Easy, bro, no reason to send out the muscle, I promise everything is safe," the dealer said. He stepped forward and put his hand on Hammer's arm.The Hammer reacted quickly..