“He want me,” a different man barked. “Everybody want this!”“In yo’ dreams, fool,” interjected another.There was more laughter.Everyone ...at the reunion continued on their routines until the food was ready. They gathered around picnic tables and it was mostly silent as commonly happens when delicious eats are in front of folks. One of the last people to get through the line was Rickey. The five-foot-four-inch, one-hundred-pound guest wearing khaki boys’ sized Bermuda shorts from Old Navy, because. The tablesteward came out with some very interesting animal forms, created out ofaluminum foil, wrapped around all the food they just could not haveeverconsumed in this one seating.Master looked at the bill thought a bit handed the waiter his card andwaved him off. He looked over at his slave sitting there clutching herrose with tears in her eyes."What is wrong love, are you ok?"She couldn't bare to think Master thought she was unhappy oh no far fromit. To be treated like royalty had been. We hugged and our warm hard pre-cum wet cocks pressed into each other leaving a wet trail. Our hands roamed freely, rubbing each other's flesh. His fingers felt like butterfly wings fluttering against my hot skin. I lay there as he kissed his way down from my ear and along my neck with little pecks. It felt good; I mean great, good, you know what I mean. Then he came up my neck to meet my lips. By the time he had gotten to my lips my eyes were closed and it wasn't a surprise to feel his tongue. Feeling you squeezing me as your orgasm approached was just too much for me to take any more. Your clutching spasming channel transmitted every detail of its shape to my tortured mind. I felt myself swell to incredible proportions as the cum welled up inside me. When you yelled and signaled your cumming, I could take it no more. I pressed the whole of my turgid length into you, feeling you stretch to accommodate my size. We were at that moment like one a****l, thrusting against each other with.