They each were soaping up the others cock and then sliding their soapy hands up and down those same penises until they were both fully erect and pulsi...ng with tons of orgasmic sexual energy.These two were not really gay lovers by any stretch of the imagination but that did not stop them from giving each other a really good hand job whenever they got together. This pattern of behaviour had begun the first time they met on the evening of Tracey’s very first day at Blanke Schande College. That was. I felt the flutter of her pulse. “You’re my sexy sister who needs her passions released. You need what I gave Pyrriah and Lasla. You need my cock in you.”“I don’t!” she gasped.My other hand slid my cock down her stomach. The tip rubbed down her skin. I shuddered as her skin grew silkier and warmer the closer I came to her crotch. I crossed her pubic mound and then I was nuzzling at the lips of her pussy folds.“Why are you so wet if you don’t want my cock in you?” I asked. I licked her ear.. The room was filled with the sounds of the surf, the clinking of glasses and muffled laughter from the outside bar three stories below, and the soft glow of a full moon as it shone brightly in the clear star-filled sky.That night I made love to my beautiful wife. I watched in delight as she wiggled and gyrated under the onslaught of my aggressive tongue. After her third orgasm, she gently pushed me over onto my back and rode me gently until we were both on the brink of another climax. I pulled. First the hammer and chains both shattered. Second both the young woman and I screamed. I fell to my knee clutching my head. It took me several seconds to will the pain away. When I finally pushed the pain away, I stood and approached the still screaming young woman. With barely a thought I summoned a sheet and draped it over her nude form, hoping it would provide her some comfort.I stepped to her head and began to softly stroke her head and say soothing things. I truth I’m not sure what I.