. but all are emotional and depressed, but still so alive!I remember getting eyes from young nice nieces in teen age at the front row - me sitting rig...ht behind!I remember long talks with red wine with the very best lady friend of my mourning niece whose guy diedIn the internet it is different - I think only her best friend not far in the US, attended her funeralIn the internet her other friends shared their feeings at the page of our beloved one - now in Heaven!Most of her friends shared some. He was pounding me from behind, holding me by my tits and ramming me with such gusto, I realised he was about to explode in me and we were having unprotected sex.I hated myself at that point. My body screamed, 'Go on' my mind screamed, 'Get the fucker off' and while they argued with each other, we both exploded together. When I came I was sobbing I was gulping in air, such was the intensity of feeling. I was on my stomoch and he on top still screwing the final drops of semen from his testicles. Using my other hand I thumbed her clit sending her over the edge she screamed as a g spot orgasm exploded in her, squirting out her hot girl come all over the quilt and me, I kept going, her cum fountaining over us both till she begged me, panting, “enough, please ohh god yes put me down”. Grabbing the towel I wiped us both down and licked her gently, teasingly till she pushed me onto my back “come her and fuck me now”, she straddled me and I held my hard cock up as she lowered herself down. I loved that too.“Now I know myself so much more. I guess you could say that I love the sex, but specifically, I love having sex with this group because of the deep feelings of friendship we have.”Molly is really quiet and she has not moved since my statement. I look into her eyes and she appears to be scared and nervous. “Molly,” I say calmly, “I am not judging, but trying to understand the drive behind this way of life. I would like to hear your motivations, if you’re up to it.”“I had.