”I didn’t feel like moving from my spot on the couch, but reluctantly I got up and both of us made our way to my bedroom. My bed was still unmade....I didn’t feel like sleeping on dirty sheets, so I stripped the bed and laid on the bare mattress. Chris pulled off his shirt and shoes and lay beside me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and drew me close to him. “Don’t be mad at me, B. I just didn’t want him to touch you the way I do.”“I know, Chris,” I whispered, looking out of my bedroom window.. I can be ready for Round Two!Cold fingers enveloped my dick. She had a ‘different’ way of getting me hard. It hurt when her thumb and forefinger pulled up so roughly and circled the tip of my dick. She pulled on it, stretching it up. I am no Superman or even a well-hung stud, but those two fingers stretched my dick to pornstar length. Down her thumb went, circled my balls and when that thumb and finger got the base of my member, it was as thick as my wrist.Up that fist came, pulling my now. I went back outside to the car and got my suitcase and the duffel bag from the trunk and took them inside and put them on the bed. Then I went back out and got the rest of the stuff I had recovered from the ship and took it inside as well. I dumped the whole load on the bed and locked the door to the room. I decided that I'd get a shower, catch a few hours of shuteye and then give the duffel bag and the other stuff the once over. I looked at my watch, and it said that it was 4 in the AM and I. Most guys can't get off a second time. And after all, this WAS my idea, I'm just over-thinking it.My swollen tits press against his denim-clad knees as I tilt my head, nuzzling into his hand in the way I know he wants -- his obedient pet. His fingers slide around the back of my head like I'd imagined, and I flinch as they close at the back of my neck, gathering a handful of sensitive hair he can use to steer me in whatever way he wants. He pulls it down, forcing my face skyward as he slides his.