I am laughing again – my cock is all too sensitive, but again, still hard. I want more. Once I recover, I gently move my cock in and out, working Ma...rk’s ass around my cock, he moans gently.“You OK?” I ask.“Oh yeah” he replies, “you?”.“Fuck yeah” I reply. I allow Mark’s ass get used to my cock, as I gently move in and out, I know I’m close, but I know if I do long strokes, the feeling subsides. I want this to last as long as possible. I pull out, turn him around, and push myself back into his. That brown pointy end was soon followed by all the rest in one long smooth extrusion that would have measured a good ten inches if laid out straight. Of course it did not lay itself out straight but curled itself up into a nice little helix before the sphincter muscle contracted suddenly and cut it off.Vanessa kept her eyes tightly closed as she heard that turd splash down into the water below followed quickly by another much smaller turd and that was that. Vanessa had finished the crapping. Rebecca remained clear eyed, even as she threw herself into our lovemaking.Over the course of weeks, I overheard them whispering. They were as anxious to return to their lives, as I was to be released from the protective bubble we'd lived in. Colleen was having a difficult time imagining life with a teenage boyfriend. Her concern made sense. My hope was that we could remain very close friends, and leave it at that. It would hurt for her to become one of those women that have to hate their ex to. ----Matt stumbled down the hallway with Ethan and Olivia on either side for support. It was after midnight and he had downed the best part of a litre of whiskey, on top of the wine and beers he'd knocked back. They lay him down on top of the covers and he immediately passed out. Olivia knew that he wouldn't move again until morning, when his hangover hit him."Thanks for a great night," Ethan said, hovering in the doorway. He turned and walked towards the stairs. ----Olivia gently closed the.