I’d only done this a few times before and never with someone like her. She was tight and slippery and wiggling on the end of me. ‘Ohh, yes, keep d...ing that.’ She gushed and humped and squeezed and made louder and louder noises and just as I was losing it, screamed a very loud ‘Yes,’ and came herself. I rolled us over so she was on top. ‘Why didn’t I meet you the first time? That was the best loving I’ve ever had.’ She lay quietly, catching her breath and making little noises. My hands played up. Maybe James' acceptance of his new role and his improved efforts to please her had earned him this small leniency? Perhaps eventually she might even feed him something other than the sludge-like cum she'd nursed him on for the last two weeks?He looked up into Bayonetta's dark blue eyes, searching for some indication that this was so, but all he saw was burning lust as she grasped the hood handles once more and began sawing her absurdly large penis in and out of his throat.Had it been two weeks. I was pretty sure she couldn’t see the tears streaming down my face. No way in the hell did I want to be a father. One of my friends George, had fucked this chick at school and got her knocked up. His Dad made him marry the broad and got him a job (Churches Chicken, I believe). The bitch stopped putting out and was screwing another guy on the side while he was at work. I had completely fucked up my life in the span of a few hours. I finally understood what Etta was so mad about last night as I. I didn’t know when I got it why I wanted it but as soon as I saw him I knew; I wanted him to look at me the way I was looking at him. I watched his broad back and firm round ass as he waded into the water then dove in to swim. The tickle got stronger.Mom yelled at me to help unpack the picnic so I was distracted for a few minutes. When the food was set out I looked for him again, he was standing near the river toweling himself. Again as I watched his muscles work, his body flex, my stomach.