At 30 seconds he goes full deep strokes and I almost pass out as my gaping hole is ****d for the next 15 seconds. He then eases it out of me and takes...some close up pics of the cum around my wrecked hole telling me how hot and slutty I look. I lay there and moan not knowing how the hell I can take any more. Round three:He tells me my cock will cum this time and this might be the final fuck of the day, depending on how he feels after. After lubing me I feel his cock in my ass, he tells me he’s. I was drying Beth's back when I heard, "CUT THAT OUT!"I turned around and saw Greg trying to dry a spot between Cindy's thighs. The problem was ... he'd forgotten the towel! Beth and I just laughed as we started up the hill to the cars and our clothes.We left as soon as we got dressed and took the long route home, letting our hair dry in the breeze.The next morning I tried to work my way around my lighting problem. I figured if I could just..."Hi, Tommy!"After some serious mouth-to-mouth to get. Tony didn’t disappoint me or my wife as he worked hishard cock into Cindy’s married cunt. He started slow,feeling his way around, then gradually worked up untilhe was fucking her hard and deep, generating screamsthat surely disturbed the neighbors. We switched off in that position for a good ten minutesbefore flipping her over on her hands and knees. Herpussy looked like a delicious overripe fruit, red andswollen and hanging open, and I leaned in to taste it.Despite the condoms I. I’d spent twenty-five years saying, ‘If I had it to do over again... ‘ And now here I was. The problem was that my seventeen-year-old self was still subject to seventeen-year-old hormones, conditioned responses, and peer pressure.Sometime over the past two decades, I’d come to realize that I’d been raped. That realization came slowly as I came to grips with having woken up still partially drunk and not remembering anything that happened. I’d begun by thinking my one little drink had really hit.