"Carol shook her head and pinched them harder. She cried out and felt her first orgasm wash over her. She didn't stop bouncing though. She loved the f...el of his cock inside her as her clit pulsed. Taking a deep breath, she continued."Come on Carol. I'm serious. It's an expensive tie. I want to touch you. Come on baby." Paul was whining like a baby, but he didn't care. His cock was throbbing, but she wasn't thrusting fast enough to let him cum. He had spent many years jerking off before meeting. He said he was going to get another beer, but he'll close his tab and we can go somewhere with some privacy.We ended up going to a cheap motel off of one of the sleazy streets in town where prostitutes are often found. It was hot because you could tell there were already a bunch of people there for a discrete fuck. Some prostitutes, others were cheating couples. I think we were the only gay couple there.When we got to our room, I didn't waste any time. I unbuttoned his jeans and took out his. I want to be able to stuff my pole as far as possible up the hot hole of yours. But even more I want you to feed me your milk while we fuck.”She pushed herself fully on to the bed and rolled on her side while I climbed in and laid on my back, my shaft sticking up like a stick. Shelly rolled over and straddled me on her knees, grabbing my dick and guiding it to her dripping opening then sitting herself down with an “Ummph.”I raised my hands up towards her and held hands with our fingers. She could only shake her head at the chain of events that had led her to this sun-drenched sea. The whole affair, from Tomlinson’s queer awakening to Misha Podgolskiv’s equally perturbing revelation about the ‘woman in chains’ had been profoundly unsettling to Balinski. That she had been Leonard Berensen’s confidante and off-and-on lover for twenty years had only served to confuse her more. Who was this woman? What did she want? More importantly, just what the hell was she? What had happened to.