He almost pulled his cock out of my soaking cunt; but then he stuck it back in, making me quivering and moaning loud.I rotated my hips around his cock...head, moving my ass up and down on that wonderful huge hard shaft. Suddenly Richard told me he was ready to cum; but then I pleaded for him to hold off. If he could wait, I would cum with him.I just needed to take just a few more thrusts to get off. Richard smiled and he slowed down his powerful stroking rhythm on me.He stroked me about another. " John smiled unconvincingly."It's okay. You can confide in me. I'm more open-minded than our otherfriends. Even if you were to tell me something extreme, like you'vediscovered you're gay or something, I would not judge you, I wouldcongratulate you," Bill assured his friend.John looked serious. "Well, the truth is... I've been seeing adominatrix."Bill's eyes popped. "You mean one of those women who wears leather andhits men with whips?" No, no. Not at all," John protested. "Well, some of them. I put something long and round and cold in it.“What is it, Mikey?” she asked.“Cannoli,” I said. “I made them last night. It’s wrapped in wax paper.”She smiled. “I love cannoli. Did you really make it?”“Yeah. Making good cannoli is a challenge. I like challenges.”We were quiet while we ate our cannoli. I thought I might tell Gianna I got a hard-on watching Alex eat my cannoli. I didn’t really but, as I watched Alex open her mouth wide to get a bite, I felt something trying to stretch the little. "In the first painting, they had their wedding suits laid out next to them on the bed and they were clinking their champagne glasses together wearing a pair of jockstraps! I mean, what the hell was that about?"Adam laughed back. "Were we, like, supposed to think they'd got married wearing these two massively bulging jockstraps under their suits? And if they did, why?"I wondered if other gay couples were so bitchy about each other's wedding paintings. Whether Matt and Paul, or some other.