I didn’t mind my shit, I just made his cum out on my hand and rubbed it on my butts, asshole and even on my dick. And when I was masturbating I was ...imagining me and my wife as doggy and two twins dusky were fucking our asses. We were screaming like hell. I cum a lot and had a peaceful sleep.Next day workshop was ended well. When I came to my room, I don’t know why I was carrying a condoms packet and a lubricant. I just got naked and started applying lubricant on and in my asshole. I even. The TV reporter didn't ignore him. "If it's any good, I'll give you five hundred dollars for your disc, flash drive, or whatever you have the movie on." Okay, if Whiskey Jack says it's okay. I work for Genius Computers over there. See me after the cops leave. I'm glad they ignored me when I tried to give it to them." She nodded to him."Jack, what are your plans for the future?" The reporter decided to milk this interview for as much as she could. This man was gold; a cripple in a wheelchair who. So much spurted out that globs of it were forced out of her cunt. They fell to the floor, to the towel and on the hay itself. Spent, I pulled out of her and another big glob of spunk fell to the floor. I took a corner of the towel and wiped her legs, she turned and licked me clean. I picked up her sundress and helped her get into it. Her tall slender body and her 38C rack almost caused another rise with me, but I was ready to go inside and I wanted Manala to be ready when the medical system was. I improvised. I told the cameraman, “I am going to fuck you as well, and maybe better than I fuck Rex. I am going to give my cunt to whomever I please, as often as I want.” Near the end of our love-making (yes, it was that exactly), I told Rex to lie down, face up. I straddled his face, shoved a pillow behind his head. I commanded him to “eat me out.” Rex did as he was told, even stopping to remark to the cameraman how sweet I tasted. Neither of us could get our breath for a few minutes.