And they like the idea of being fucked too. So a girl would sometimes come right when I plunged in, or sometimes might when I was humping away up ther...e, and sometimes she'd come just as she felt me shooting my wad. If none of that worked, I'd just enjoy the afterglow of my conquest for a little while, then just hand her the old vibrator again and let her finish herself.Sometimes I had the girls show me their boobs, but it didn't matter much to me. I'm a pussy man, I guess. I like fucking the. Angel expressed keen disappointment when she found our version of "box lunches" weren't sexual events. But she was a good sport about it and whammied up a nice little Kentucky fried box of goodies. I bid on her box and Harold Loomis bid against me. Suddenly, I felt a squirmy feeling in my right jeans pocket. I reached in and pulled out a big wad of cash."Well, Rupert," I said to myself. "I bet this means Angel the angel wants me to bid up her box."I heard the heavenly choir go, "Ah!" How much. And my tears chose to fall. Great racking sobs. For the love that we'd had, that I shattered; for my big mouth, for your sharp retorts and the shreds of our relationship that are left in this sullen silence, made all the more conspicuous by your absence.I picture you, striding towards nowhere. Your docs hitting the pavement in a steady rhythm, noticing no one. You plunge through people. The same invisible crowd that examine your ardor out of the corner of their eyes, wondering what made you so. Uh. Yeah! I love that. Suck me good you bitch!”Julie’s mouth on my pulsating member and Storm’sgrossly swollen bulbs in my ass combine to quickly getme off again.Once she has vacuumed the last of my cum, she slidesup to my mouth and lets me lick my white, sticky, manjuice from the inside of her mouth. Damn, I tastegood. Only thing better tasting is when I suck Storm’sdog spunk from her spasming quim.That takes a lot of work. He leaves so much in herthat unless I hold her.