It was Joan and she was on a break at her job and wanted to shoot the shit. She eventually got around to asking why I wasn't currently dating anyone. ...She thought with the big motorcycle I was riding, I'd have girls lined up for dates. I told explained that I had high quality control standards and that it wasn't a big deal to me. Then she blew me away by asking what I did to get off? I stammered for a second. One of my friends' wife's was asking me what I did to get off when I wasn't dating.. The two of them were at a stalemate, one that left the other cadets in stunned silence. Not only had Noah outlasted them, but he had also outclassed them. Most couldn’t even follow the movements, as the two fighters had become a living blur, blocking, attacking, deflecting, and dodging at near-impossible speeds. The sound of blades colliding was like the ringing of sleigh bells, while the sparks produced could be seen clearly, even in the summer sun. With both Noah’s skills and Valia’s so. My pace had sped up and I knew I was gonna blow soon. With bothhands on the back of Mr. Gibson's head I pumped in and out of hismotherfucking mouth. I told him to get ready because I was gonna shoot myload right down his throat and he was gonna swallow every last drop. Hiseyes widened and he had a look of fear on his face. I didn't give a fuck.All of a sudden I started unloading a massive thick load of young hot blackcum into Mr. Gibson's throat, pushing his head all the way down onto. .."Dora glanced at her watch. "Okay -- you can go sit on the toilet now."Mae swung her feet to the floor, holding her hands against her belly. She normally had a bit of a spare tire there, but with a two-quart enema inside her, she looked three months pregnant. Mae ran down the hall to the bathroom. I could hear her fling open the lid to the toilet and the splash as she expelled the enema in a long, strong gush.Dora carried the empty enema bag downstairs, leaving Mae to her devices. With Mae in.