Each blast made me buck. I groaned, the pleasure wracking through my body on the way to reach my brain. I drank it in as Sita’s pussy milked out mor... and more of my cum into her hungry depths.I shuddered, drinking in the pleasure, all three of moaning as we came. Chandra kept applauding us, so proud of her daughter for making us cum. It was all so wonderfully wrong. I savored the thrill as I groaned a final time.“Very good, girls,” I panted, pulling my cock out of Sita’s pussy. My cum followed. With the onset of the dangers of HIV and AIDS, my escapades have been drastically curtailed.However, of all of my romantic sexcapades, I cannot recall so vivid a memory as this reoccurring dream. Everything about it seems so graphic and real. This is why I have entered it into the "real"story category. After all the story itself is very real. The dream, however, is just very, very,puzzeling. Today, I met a young woman in the grocery line. As we were waithing, I noticed she was buying a. "Yeah, but I have to buy my own health insurance," I said smiling. "That really does a number under Obama care." Come on I'll be your controller it will be fun," she said."Happy a congressional investigation could take months. It isn't likely to be solved in a few days which is what I am used to. I have a business to run here." I said."Come on, there is nothing here you can't delegate to someone who lives down here," she observed."It isn't that simple," I replied. The look she gave me told me. 'Truth!' he bellows again, from further behind me this time.That's my trade name by the way - 'Truth'. Lots of people know it inthe business and a few do outside as well. I'm perhaps the most famouspaparazzo in the world.Yeah, makes me laugh that these days I'm nearly a celebrity myself.Ironic or what? Over the years I've built quite a reputation - no-oneescapes Truth's camera.Philandering spouses; famous women that think no one is watching whenthey take their tops off in Barbados; starlets in.