Lifting and fondling and jiggling their huge, heavy tits, stroking their bloated bellies and plump bare ass cheeks, bumping and grinding their sweaty ...pussies at your face. My cock was dripping onto the mat before we were done, long skeins of clear fluid dangling from the tip. They watched greedily, all but drooling for it.Soon it was time for the knee lifts again. They were all on their backs, holding their knees back and wide open in "fuck-me" position, rolling their asses in unison."Oh,. All those women love you, and yes, I’m calling Birgit a woman because she is, even if she is, as you call her ‘pint size’.”“Not for long!”“No, not for long,” Maria Cristina agreed. “Do you mind if I make love to you? Lying naked on top of you has made me VERY horny!”“I don’t mind at all!”“Maybe, if you’re good, I’ll arrange for the trip to Saint Martin!”She leaned down to kiss me before I could protest.August 12, 1997, Rochester, Minnesota“Stephen Mark Adams, Guinea Pig, reporting as ordered,. I could feel my dick trying to burn its way through her lower belly, and I had to be really careful not to pull my hips back too far. I put both my hands over her throat and leaned into it. She coughed, she laughed, she moaned and bit her lip. "Hang on!" she screamed. "What's wrong?"Her heels buried themself into the back of my upper legs as her body started to shake. "I'll be with you in a moment!"There was wave after wave of pressure. Her body grabbed my dick, let go, grabbed it again, and it. I looked up at him from his side and asked, What was that John? I may have lost on the field today but just having you with me now is a win in my book. Oh and hey your dad told me about you and this victory party lets save that for next weekend. John said as I laced my arm through his. I just laid my head into his good arm as I felt his head lay against mine. I closed my eyes thinking what a good man he was and what a good man my dad was as well. We both soon drifted off to sleep. I awoke about.