Eric had sucked me at least 20 times by then but nothing ever came out. This time I felt a surge. “You have sweet cum” said Mr. B…I was a man at... last.Of course I did try to suck Mr. B’s cock but it was impossible. That why Eric always talked about licking. And that’s just what I did for the next half hour or more. But when Mr. B shot his load he turned away from me. It was a good thing he did too, I’ve never seen that much stuff come out of a man before or since. As a result of that memorable. Inhaling with deep breaths the mmmmm aroma of my Didi’s used panties or bra or shirts, running in to the bathroom when ever my Didi would come out after pissing, hearing her pissing with my ear pressed hard on the bathroom door, all gave me lots of pleasure but surely the heat in my pants never left me. I did not know what to do about it, but I never knew that my sweet loving Didi knew all along what she wanted to do to me. Didi had the habit of hugging me from behind and looking over my. .. I forgot this...”He had in his hands a leather-like piece that appeared to have a slot in the center of. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, he then said, “We can’t forget this and...”, as he again started rummaging through the plastic bag on the table, “ ... this ... now can we?”He pulled out a very large and thick black dildo. It looked almost like a real one. It even had blood veins that ran along the outside of the dildo. He stood up and walked over to me. As he was doing so, he was. Groaning and moaning with Nick’s cock as far down her throat as possible, Jerri came all over her hand.Keith had been watching this whole thing taking place before him. He had always been a voyeur, and got off many a time watching couples sneak out behind the dumpster at the restaurant he worked at to have sex. So naturally, he couldn’t resist unzipping his own pants and jerking off. Keith’s cock was skinnier by far than Nick’s, but was a sizeable 7 inches that he was still proud of. Dropping.