My control over my core had been improving, although not at the rate I would like. The threads had thickened yes, but I still couldn’t get any close... to the core itself. The training was taking time but I could still feel my improvement as time went on.My weapon training and combat training, in general, was where I excelled though. After getting over the initial shock of my weapon, I had practised with it diligently, not letting the fact that my weapon was literally a symbol of death get in my. “I’m a pedo,” I said, “not a queer.”As I stood there, Becky looked at my limp, cum covered dick. She got up and went to the bathroom. I heard water running so I figured she was wetting a washcloth.“Becky’s cousin,” Franky said, “Amanda is here.”Becky came back and sat on the edge of the bed. She put the washcloth on my warm crusty pecker and made me jump. “Shit,” I said.“Shit?” Franky asked.“Nothing,” I said, covering the mouthpiece of the phone, and whispered to Becky, “Next time use warm. My cock was now fully hard and she could no longer fit her entire hand around my cock. Now that it was long and also makes up for in width I was finding it difficult to hold it inside my trousers and wanted it immediately out. She unzipped my pants and took out my cock and her soft hands started nurturing it with strokes.I was in heaven, it had been quiet a time since I had a good hand job from her after I left my job. I put my hand on her boobs and began to press them. My fingers running. D then slid off of Jims black cock , gave me a little smirk and told Jim there will be more later .D then walked up to me bringing her lips close to my face and ask if I could smell it. She then hiked up the purple outfit speeding her pussy lips bringing them close to my face and again ask if I could smell it. She then told me that was the smell of a well fucked mouth and pussy full of black cock juice. D turned to Jim and Troy telling them to get completely naked but for me to keep my clothes.