She lay beside him, her hands in her groin and filled with his sperm, sore and hurt while he nuzzled her and said, “Sorry, Sis,” over and over.Tom...my had a good football season as a starting back on offense and second-string linebacker. He scored ten times that year, including two PATs, and led the team in tackles despite playing irregularly on defense.As for sex, he got in the habit of jerking off in the shower Saturday morning and then finding a compliant girl or two for Saturday night. Since. Tom was a programmer, divorced, and Frank had been a manufacturing manager, also a widower. The conversation wandered all over, including the usual boastful remarks about who had the smallest dick. Oddly enough, they all laid claim to the title, but you could tell it was just bullshit. At one point, Phil seemed to be looking at Tom's butt; when I noticed this he shifted his glance in the way that guys do when they get caught peeking – as if they were just looking around.After a couple of. " (Can you believe her??) We were both working up a frenzy, pumping our fingers deep in our pussies and stopping to rub our clits furiously and she started to call out first, moaning and panting that she was going to cum. Of course, watching her thrash around, her fingers buried and clenched inside her pussy, her juices dripping on her fingers, I soon went over the edge myself, calling out, "Fuck yes! Pump those fingers in your hot little pussy!" (It still feels like this was all an erotic. It hurt, but that was the reality, and I had hurt her by cheating, so, what else was new? I loved her deeply, but what did I feel for Candace? What kind of love was that? What could I say or do? What would happen next?Well, what happened next was something that really made my life complicated. Candace told me, upfront, that she never planned to let me go ... never. She would always be intimate with me if she could help it. She wanted me to know, ahead of time, that I was stuck with her and.