Thanks a lot, Wendy." No problem. And no, I don't have any thongs. Don't you always feel like you have a wedgie?" I didn't mean I had a BUTT wedgie," ...Allison shrugged, as she unbuttoned her jeans."Ooooh," Wendy said knowingly. "THAT kind of wedgie."Allison noted that her friend at least had the decency to blush."As for feeling like you always have a wedgie, not really. You get used to it after awhile." She slid her fingertips under the cloth that disappeared down the front of her jeans and. All she could feel was her cunt going wild under the touch of the first man she'd ever been with who actually knew how to treat a woman. When her savage orgasm finally passed, she simply lay there panting for a few minutes until she could catch her breath enough to function. She looked up at John, who was standing by the side of the bed, smiling down at her and stroking his cock."So, baby, are you ready for this now?" He nodded down at the dick he was holding in his hand."God yes! I want you to. " she sobbed, her nails scr****g my back as she writhed beneath me, the size of my cock, the friction, the power of my thrusts overwhelming her. She couldn't feel the hard rock beneath her, could only feel the hard body pressing to her softness. She couldn't hear the waterfall – the roar of hot blood, the beat of a frantic pulse filled her ears. Every stroke brought a flash of searing heat, as if my cock was hot iron. Every thrust took me to her core, filling her with my love.I drove into her. “I don’t mind the danger,” Spencer says. His face is screwed up, not really certain where she is going with it. “I dislike dying in a stairway full of people that seem to want to kill us.”Julie turns away from him and digs into the duffle bag she carried from the room and produces what looks like a glob of putty. She splits the putty-like substance in half and then rolls both halves into little balls. When she is done she shows them to Spencer and says, “You may want to cover your ears.”He does.