After a lot more shuffling, tray pushing, and paying, I returned to our table, tray in hand. This was another time where having additional hands was u...seful. I could hold my tray securely and then grab stuff without having to find space to put it down. I was the envy of all the other dinners attempting to balance their trays one handed, or use a knee while they got cutlery, or drinks, or any other item where the canteen lacked a place to put the tray down.I sat down next to Caitlyn and tucked. Like ... uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uhhh!” Abby sighed as he made her cum.“That’s the sounds of a woman cumming, and let me tell you, it feels as wonderful as it sounds!” Alex couldn’t believe his ability to please Abby, and smiled as she pulled him up her body.“I won’t I’ll be able to last very long,” he warned before entering her.“Try to make it last as long as possible. When you get the urge to cum, I know it will feel so good but try to stop. Squeeze your muscles as if you are stopping your cock. You take some soap and rub it over my body. You don't miss a spot. As you move your hands over my cock, you smile and look up at me teasingly as you feel how hard I am. I literally feel as if the skin will split. I am throbbing. It is so hard it involuntarily jumps as you touch me. You have a very determined look on your face. You look up at me with a seductive smile. You turn my body around to rinse the soap. You never get up off your knees. After I am completely rinsed you turn my cock back. He felt vaguely disappointed that there wasn't anything different after the events of the night before. He felt like his whole world had changed, yet nothing in his vision supported that.He looked at the table by the couch and saw the two glasses he'd left there last night, one filled with manky-looking orange juice, the other with cloudy water. He stood and grabbed the glasses, taking them to the kitchen sink. Once deposited safely among the other dirty dishes waiting for his attention, he.