Vincent Fox was wrongly mistaken. The boy got a ride back to Denver, three hours of sitting in a car with a man who was running errands to the city. H... stared out the passenger window with a depressed look on his face. At about eight in the morning, Vincent got a text from Nathan. He gritted his teeth and opened the phone, reading the message. Dammit, Vince! I’m keeping my promise, but I am texting the others that you’re on the run again. Nice try with the suicide threat. He bit his lip, being. When my knees touch the bed I open my eyes and notice Eugene is laying back on the bed with me astride him. I pull away from his mouth to gasp for air and sit up straight above him. I put my hands on his chest as he grabs my ass and we continue our unhurried pace. Eugene’s neck is forward as he watches our bodies. The look of ultimate wonder and pleasure and torture on his face makes my blood sing. I ride him thoroughly, thrusting my hips forward and back. His hands move up to my waist and he. While Liya and I had showered together somewhat frequently before this summer, we didn’t do it as a team; we learned that here. And while Beth and Rhee devised it as a time-saving endeavor, it doesn’t really save much, if any, time. However, it has become a way to express our love for each other. While there is an occasional sexual component to it, it is but it’s much less important than the bonding aspect. In fact, Civia is our most frequent sixth, and she’s taken to it with ... joy. Somewhat. They stayed in that position for quite awhile when my friend got up and said “now from behind again and this time I’m going to cum”. My wife looked at him and said “from behind….Ok”. He then rolled out from under her and got behind her. She lifted her ass up in the air and placed her head down on the bed. He grabbed her by the hips and entered her slowly. He started fucking her slow and easy for a while and then started to pick up the pace, when he did this she started to rock her pussy back.