I had my penis in her vagina for crying out loud. “Oh?” Ygritte murmured. “Let’s go to my house and watch a video or something,” Claire sugg...sted. “I guess I’ll go in to my house. I got some stuff to do,” I said, still with hurt feelings. I started to walk toward my door, but Claire took my arm and walked a few steps with me. “What’s up, Sam?” “I thought we were boyfriend-girlfriend?”I said. “Oh Sam, we are, but more than that actually!” I turned and looked at her. I wanted to kiss her in a bad. The helmet of my cock was scraping against her cervix again and again as I pistoned in and out of her hot box. My time had come and I started spewing my hot lava into her waiting pussy. The hot fluid triggered yet another orgasmic spasm within her. Over and over her abdomen contracted as she came. I continued to spurt my precious fluid into her. We came to a point where she could take no more. Miya gently lifted Manala off my cock and laid her on the towel-covered mattress next to the chair.. I never saw them together again, even though I kept the damn back door open every night. That seemed to be the end of the story. Months passed, I stopped leaving the door open as it got colder. I then saw a bicyclist riding past my house one evening. It was hard to remember that woman's face, being nighttime and fucking and all. But she made a habit of riding by every night about the same time, and then one day our eyes met and she smiled and looked down. It was her! I was convinced of that at. My nipples were stretched with elastic tied to the spreader bar and my hair tied to my ankle cuffs. The dildo in my pussy was humming away on a low teasing note and the butt plug humming its own tune. I was definitely in a fix, literally. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I did not realize that there was a new aroma, like lemon grass. Yes it was lemon grass and there was some heat near my pussy and asshole other than the itching and tingling sensation. The heat was increasing. To my horror.