I had found something else to add to my list of addictions.Carl was the first to mount me and as his tool was bigger than anything so far. He managed ...to stretch me a little bit more than Chris had. He also managed to go deeper. But I didn't have to ask him to stop as he pushed in me and then fucked me at quite a pace while I licked the jism off Chris's cock and then went to work priming Dale's before it was his turn to fuck me.When Carl had ejaculated inside me I collected his cum on the spoon. He found himself moving not his hands but his gentle lips from her own, moving his cheeks to brush along hers whilst his hand stroked along the curves of her neck, each swift movement of his outstretched fingers being replaced with a gentle kiss where his fingertips had fallen. His lips ran along the delicate contours of her frame, kissing each of her shoulders and pulling her towards him with care, kissing the lines of her figure, never moving below her shoulders as he focused upon her upper. Mentally shrugging, I removed my budget thong from under my short cotton skirt and tried them on. Not only were they comfortable, but they fit perfectly. I secretly wished I could afford them for daily wear.With my insecure, jealous rage subsiding, I decided to actually go get lunch and finish calming myself down. Mom, Kiera, my online friend “K”, and now even Marcy were sick to death of me nit-picking every little thing about him. I wondered how I even managed to maintain any friendships.. I took a minute to look at his body. I got used to fucking guys in jail because I like fucking. I never really was attracted to any of them though, they were just holes that I could fuck to make myself feel good. There was something about Will’s body though. It was fit and tan. It didn’t look feminine, but it didn’t look too manly either. Because he was so skinny and fit, he looked more like a manly girl, if that makes sense. Anyway, I left him there with his pants around his ankles standing.