He feels it resist, stretch and give for Him. He knows that He is causing me pain, but He also knows thatI need to feel that pain, as a reminder. Bur...ed to the hilt, He rests for a minute, and as soon as he starts to feel me relax, He pulls nearly all the way out, then thrusts His hips into my ass. He can feel his climax building, so He grips my hips, and with a mighty groan, buries His cock as deep as He can, His hot seed spilling into my asshole , filling me . He pulls out , and watches as. Trustworthy," I joked."Yeah. Anyhow, yeah, I didn't want anyone to know, so I avoided contact. Plus, remember Monday? Remember how I almost took your head off?" I nodded. "There's a time bomb inside me waiting to explode, I know that. That's the other reason I find it hard to get close." Well, you've got friends now. Me, and my cronies. Amanda thinks you're sweet." I know," she smiled. "It's made more of a difference than I ever imagined." I'm glad about that," I said. "Unfortunately, look at. I had pictured different ways of what I would do first. Hold it in my hand, feel the weight, the girth of it? Press my face against it, feeling it’s warmth and power? Licking and teasing it or just taking as much of it into my mouth as quickly as I could. It was the latter.He felt so good, it felt so good. I loved the feeling of it getting harder between my lips, the way it filled me, only making me want more of it. The ridges of his cock’s head on my exploring tongue. The almost intoxicating. They tell you whether it is oldor new, and how difficult it is going to be to pull it out, and how youare supposed to do it, and why, but they don't tell you what effect ithas. Had. Ever. Supposedly. I think the idea is, they don't completelytrust us, and so we aren't supposed to know what objects have whateffects when and so on. I guess they think we might get corrupted andmess around, or sell the info, or something, which is ridiculous. Butthere you go. Not like I really care. It won't have.