I tried to protest to no avail. Even though he changed into more comfortable workout clothes, I kept picturing him in his uniform. After an hour we ch...anged and started back to my parents home. I casually said, "I forgot to go spend the 20 minutes in the cardio theater like I generally do."I didn't mean anything more than that. He took the comment a different way... a much hotter way. He was driving and pulled down a little street. After a few turns, we were at his house. I was a little. Quyen was much less adventurous, but equally enthusiastic. It was quite obvious these girls both loved sex. We made love tenderly every chance we got, and relished those moments we had alone. In fact, in spite of the great sex, I was finding myself more and more attracted to Quyen as a person. Now that she had come to trust me, her very sweet and soft personality had emerged. She was quite intelligent, and could actually match me in intellectual conversation. Trinh wasn't exactly stupid, but. Bill made a noise when her cool fingers touched his burning flesh. For the next ten minutes Bridget gave Bill a soft and slow handjob. A few times she stopped when it was obvious that he was getting too excited. "This is a long movie," she offered. "We don't want any accidents."Bridget took her hand away and moved in front of Bill. She hooked her fingers inside of the waistband of his pants and underwear and pulled them down past his knees and off each leg. She glanced over her shoulder to see. Below are some poems that Carrie, Krista, and Chris wrote about each other and I hope it helps you get closer to the characters. Enjoy!Thickness, hot flesh.The head bulbous, the shaft a trunk.I taste heat on the roof of my mouth.A bulb in my throat.A snake of cum crawls inside me.I swallow.A whore.A slut.A bitch.A mother.In my stomach, I can feel it.Pounded, pummeled, filled.His cock a battering ram, my pussy a weak gate.I clench to hold him out, but he fucks past.I love it.I fight to keep him.