..this feel so gooooood," Lynn moaned. I just grunted in response...and then I lifted my head, looked into her eyes and kissed her softly, almost brot...herly, on the lips. "Are you sure?" I asked.Lynn stared into my eyes."We're going to make love, aren't we?" she asked in a small, scared voice."If we keep this up, we are. But if you want to, I'll stop right now. I'd be full of shit if I said I never thought about doing this with you. I've been attracted to you for years. But..." I drifted. It was his team, so I stopped playing b-ball for him. Simple. By the time I graduated I was six eight and two sixty ... mostly muscle.Second has to do with my eyes. Momma tells me that nobody has such a vivid blue look to their eyes. She says that they glow. Don't know for sure, but who am I to disagree with momma? I don't do that.I do know that the eye thing and the size thing seemed to make it awfully easy be with the girls. Never really had to do much other than say 'hi' and they'd just want. Steve erupted and a huge spurt of sperm flew across the intervening space to hit her squarely on the cheek. The next spurt was better aimed and landed directly in her mouth. She sucked his cock again then, draining the rest of his sperm before looking directly into the camera and scooping the cum that had hit her on the cheek back into her mouth and swallowing. She made a point of opening her mouth to show their audience that she had indeed swallowed it. They thanked their audience his. And I knew it when she touched me. Once more it was my sex, gentle fingers lifting me up, the warm enclosureof a mouth suckling, the soft caress of my scrotum, the tender probing of myanus. Most men can only bring themselves to release once, maybe twice undercertain circumstances. It's a biological fact that has its history in our animalforebears when the female of species found multiple partners, in an effortto assure that the most powerful and strongest male would father her offspring..