His body tensed as he slowly began to massage his clit... he inserted another finger and began to slowly pump himself. As he sped up his sensations co...tinued to build, eventually exploding in a crescendo of pleasure he'd never known before.He got out of the tub, dried himself, and looked in the mirror. He then said "Wow" aloud to no one in particular as he walked into his bedroom and fell asleep on his bed...Alan opened his eyes slightly. He had had a wonderful dream... he was laying on a bed. Instead, I just kept discussing the plumbing issues Travis had found, while keeping my eyes focused on the massive pole Travis had gripped in his hand. Taking this as a green light, Travis stepped closer and actually stuck the tip of his semi-hard cock into my mouth as I was listening to Ken’s response. I kind of surprised myself even more by taking Travis’ cock deeper into my mouth and quietly sucking on it while Ken was talking. When I needed to respond to a question Ken asked, I pulled. ‘What are you doing Hermione?’ Ron said to Hermione, as she guided him into a tiny broom closet. He tried to cover up his bulge as Hermione closed the door, but it was to no avail as Hermione turned around and looked down at his fully hard manhood.‘I’m giving you your birthday present of course!’ Hermione responded, stepping closer to Ron and kissing him on the lips. Ron was shocked at first, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Ron wrapped his arms around her back and moved them slowly. With two different guys. I get that all mixed up. It was two different guys. One I did it with, oh, probably fifteen or twenty times. He was the first guy. We made love.With the second guy, we fucked. Know the diff? It's easy. Making love is calm and orderly, fucking is not, it's disorderly. Messy, wild, out of control, crazy, hot. Fucking.Now, of the two, I generally prefer the latter. You might think that means I'm a slut. Well, I might be, it's hard to judge. I sure love to fuck. And, I most.