The emotions I felt before during and after the actual fucking were AMAZING. I cried, I begged, I screamed, I smiled, my body was involuntarily moving... itself to match the rythym of the dick going in and out of my ex-virgin boy pussy, I was making a****l noises that I couldn't control, I couldn't process anything that was going on around me, I was hypnotized by the dick, dirty degrading words were pouring out of my mouth, and I was begging for the man to snap pictures on his phone of me LOVING. Her juices still coated them, and as I sucked, Jill wrapped her free hand around my cock."Mmmmm, I think Mr. Photographer enjoyed the show," she said, tugging lightly at the shaft and rubbing the head over her bikini."Godd yess," I moaned as she teased me with her fingertips. My dick throbbed in her hand. Jill stretched up to kiss me, all tongue, her hand wrapped around my neck."I bet Mr. Photographer has a dick full of cum for me," Jill said, turning me so I was leaning against the. Giving his girlfriend (and everyone else for that matter) a "show"."We've all been there," Linda added with a sympathetic smile."I really appreciate it," Mark said sheepishly as he slid into the line in front of the two women.Scared to death that they somehow might recognize him, Mark stood frozen with his back towards the two women . . . his arms folded awkwardly trying to hide his huge breasts. But his fears were unwarranted . . . NOBODY was going to mistake him for Mark Thompson ever again.. Mark was on the couch tonight so he opened his legs and had her sit down between he started to rub her back then I sat down on the floor between her legs and rubbed her feet and legs, we did watch the movie for awhile this time, every now and then I would hear a small moan from her and when I would turn and look I could see Mark was again kissing her neck now the way I was sitting between her legs my head was resting against her top sometimes I could see Mark's hands coming down her arms as he.