” I moaned yes and he began to take his weight off of me, roll to his left and exit my fanny with a sloppy pop. He reached up on to a shelf and got ... can of Handi-Wipes down and cleaned his cock and balls with a couple. I reached for one but he held my hand and said “no, let me see.” He sat up, looked down at my butt and spread my cheeks and stared as his baby batter dripped from me. At that, he grabbed a few Handi-Wipes and cleaned me up.We laid in the sleeper and half talked, half dozed for a. The only problem was the rats that swarmed throughout the warehouse complex. They were big, brown, and as bold as bombardiers. Toby kept them in check by the periodic setting of poison baits and traps, but he was fighting a losing battle. I'm told that rats and humans are the only mammals to rate fornication above feeding in their list of good things to do. Toby's rats bore out this theory. Their numbers seemed to grow exponentially.Toby and I had met at my second one-man exhibition. He liked. My 8” long cock was rock hard and straining against my black briefs. She then pulled down my jeans and there I was standing in front of the teen diva in just my jocks and a massive hard on making a tent. She was wearing a short t-shirt and a pair of real sexy shorts which she got up and got out of in no time. I nearly went weak in my knees seeing her sexy body just clad in a skimpy black bra and g-string panties…guess she had come fully prepared to seduce me. I then slowly took her in my arms. “I want you to go slow, and follow my directions.”Who had ever paid half that kind of attention to her? No one. Christina felt oddly overwhelmed as years of insecurity were overridden by Christina’s single-minded devotion.Dillon still seemed confused, almost distracted by the notion of Candy and Chrissy, sisters that made out and fucked. His cock looked harder than ever, though the detail was lost on Chrissy, who had eyes for another.Chrissy’s fingers clenched Christina’s hair and her face.