"Honey," I told her, "We can do this every day if we want, three times a day when we can manage it." "That's good, then I can get lots of... what do y...u call that stuff that came out of your penis?" "It's called semen, sperm, cream or we could call it 'cum'." "Cum," she repeated. "I love your cum. Is it all right if I drink a lot of it?" "Sweetheart, you can drink as much as you want. It's good for you." Her hand came back to my cock. Jessie's eyes were bright with pleasure and anticipation but. The other men toddle down the hill, kicking rocks, all seeming to be laughing. Once down, you hear the zippers crunching and belts clattered onto the floor. They then all loom over you, as if the pack has finally pinned down their prey. The lead already taking in the feast. You look up at the beard-man face, seeming furious and red. Only looking down at your body, he takes a grab at one of your breasts, pinning it from its leaps of joy. You reach up to touch his beard and get a few fingers. He pulled the black leather jacket on, too, and then smirked and challenged his master with his eyes.There was something unreadable in gray eyes, as Xavier was inspecting him without a word. He wasn’t hurrying to take Ayn out of his clothes this time around, either.“They ... fit you well,” Xavier murmured, mostly to himself.Of course they did. This was how he had used to dress as a free man. Xavier finally got up and reached Ayn. Pulling at the lapels of the black leather jacket, the master. I could tell right off that it needed stitches. Terry said what I was thinking.“Rachael, you did it to yourself this time. No getting out of going getting that sewn up. Let David get the rest of you cleaned up, ok, and then he will take you. He is the cousin I’ve told you about a lot of times. Believe me. If there were any way to hide it, I would ensure your parents didn’t find out. Don’t freak out, ok. Shit happens, Rachael. It isn’t like you aren’t a clutz. Your parents already know that,”.