Certainly, not twice in about only 20 minutes.After a while, I asked her:- “How did you do that?”“Hmm. What?”“Suck me off like that?”“Oh...that! I am very proud of what I can do with my mouth”Then she dozed of again, as did I, in a state of satiation.I was young then, and after a short sleep, I fucked her again, and then again, and perhaps again, over the rest of the afternoon. I do not really know now, how many times I shot my semen into her, but I do remember that afterwards, going home that. Just the thought of me being the only one that could make her complete satisfied me so. She started bucking and rocking. She was close. ‘Jason, yes, Jason!’ Layna had tears in her eyes. I could tell they were from pleasure. Suddenly she let out a cry that sounded like a million angels singing. Her stomach tightened, and I could tell she was confused. ‘Jason, I have to-‘ ‘That’s not it. Hold on to me.’ I think she thought that she had to pee. That wasn’t it at all. I was about to make her have. She was in a dream as well." You really need to see a doctor." What do I have to do to make you believe me?" You need evidence." What do you mean?" I'll only believe you if you go into Wayne's house and take a picture of the girl."Sherwin was kind enough to give me five spy cameras. They were small lipstick-sized cameras with lenses on one side and a small antenna on the other side. A long-lasting battery inside the camera insured it would operate non-stop for over thirty years. The images the. Brad was beginning to get aroused. His cock was still soft, but it was filling.I looked at it, amazed-more by my reaction than by his cock itself. It was beautiful-smooth with a well-defined helmet. But what amazed me was that I not only recognized its beauty but I could admit it to myself. I wanted to take it in my mouth-this thing that had ****d me the night before. I wanted to hold it between my lips, to feel it slide over my tongue. I wanted to feel it harden in my mouth and, more than.