What should she say? What was bothering her? She decided to mention the time she’d lost her enthusiasm for sex at work and just couldn’t carry on,... when suddenly the whole exercise seemed repulsive to her, and how it still remained repulsive. She spoke to Ashley, because she knew no one else, no one anywhere, who she could talk to about how she had somehow lost the stomach and inclination to have sex under the gaze of a film camera. “Well, there is something else…” she began, thinking that she’d. “Darin stop!” I whined, hoping he wasn’t about to punch me in the back. “Fuck you, fagot.” he practically growled. Man, he really didn’t like me. The next thing that happened totally took me by surprise. Instead of a punch to the k**ney, Darin actually took each of my asscheeks in both of his big hands and started to grope me like crazy. I mean he was really gripping and pushing my cheeks around back there. “Holy fuck, guys, you should totally feel this bitch’s ass.” Darin said in awe. He. I smiled and shook my head."What? I don't..." she began, the joy on her face fading to confusion."We're not going to fuck to make babies," I told her with a smile, moving alongside her and holding her, caressing her, looking deep into her eyes. "I love you too much for that. We're going to make love to make a baby."Her joyous smile returned, and she raised her face to mine and gave me the softest, most gentle, and most romantic of kisses. When I eventually plumbed her depths, some while later,. He looked at her cunt, gaping open framed by fanned fat flesh flaps, the vaginal tunnel cavernous, spunk dribbling out into the crack of her arse, her pleasure pearl swollen erect. Don’s thick muscle of meat curved upwards to his navel from the compact hairy sac of his balls. The foreskin was drawn back tightly along the heavily veined shaft exposing a big red knob dripping tears of clear precum. He leaned forward over Lisa and slid the knob through her wet groove. The knob penetrated the “O”.