When I was free I turned and collapsed on the stool. My husband asked me if I let him cum in me. I looked down and saw my red swollen pussy. It was ga...ping open having been stretched. It was wet but I wasn't leaking, ay least not yet. I knew he had cum buckets in me but it was so far and deep inside me that it was taking it's time. I stood up and straightened my clothes. I said lets go to my husband. I opened the door and walked out. He followed me and I noticed a few guys hanging around at the. Now as I add these few words written years after the foregoing, and after having seen some dozens of pricks, both languid and erect, I know what they said was true, and I know that there is a size, a form, a curve, and a colour in pricks which makes some handsomer than others, just as undoubtedly there are ugly and handsome cunts.CHAPTER XVII. Irish Kate.—Drink, heat, fleas, and French letters.—The bricklayer afterwards.—I give luck.—The lost breast-pin.— The cholera's victim.One. This is another turn-on for me. I could feel the hand push harder as it was working its way between my legs. I instinctively opened my legs bending my knees with my feet up. The hand immediately started rubbing my crotch. Someone yelled out, “How does her pussy feel?” The hand seemed to still be probing, unsure of what it was feeling. With all this arousal, my dick was still soft and tucked tight in my thong. My attention now shifted back to the cock in my mouth that was now taking long. First we went to our parents room to tell them that we were about to tell her this morning everything so we went downstairs to the kitchen and started to cook some toast.Just before all the toast had been made, my girlfriend came down and walked over to us. She came over to me and when she went aroud the counter she saw all of us had no bottom cloths on and all had hard cocks and she just grinned at me. "cum on toast babe, guys. Feel free to join in mom and get on your knees bitches.", both.