‘Yes, really, Chris I’ve been waiting for you. I knew it was stupid because of the gay thing,’ I chuckled at that ‘but I love you, have since ...we were kids. Which is why you can’t use me. If this isn’t real I don’t want it, I cant, because it would break my heart, I’d rather live with the fantasy than die knowing I could never have you again.’ ‘I would never hurt you, surely you must know that, not for the sake of sex, not for anything. I swear this is not just sex.’ I kissed her, tenderly,. I whipped her another fourteen times before my arm needed a break. “Sixty left. Who’s next?” “I’ll take a turn,” Karl offered. Lorne came over. “I’m after him.” Lorne staked his spot. Garrett was one of the biggest guys I had ever known. His mother had been Kenyan, and his skin was that rich ebony of true African lineage. His voice was an avalanche rumble as he sauntered over “I’m after Lorne,” he announced. “Okay, that’s enough, fifteen each, I’ll take the last fifteen. Go to it.” I said. It. There was something about hearing Carly’s and Stella’s cries, whimpers, moans, groans and screams of pleasure that heightened the whole experience for him. Stella’s cries reached fever pitch, the look of utmost pleasure on her face telling him she was going to cum – and soon. At the same time Carly’s hips were moving faster and she was pressing back into him, her moans louder against Stella’s pussy. For the millionth time since they had entered into their relationship, he thought about how. Ben said he needed to blow his load soon, or his balls were going to explode. Because LeAnn was face down on the desk, her face was in the wrong position and she couldnt bend her neck up enough to suck a cock. Ben quickly realized this, and instead took his massive black log in his hand and started slapping her face with it. Even though it was only half hard, it looked like a giant summer sausage that you get at Christmas! After a few minutes of cock slapping her face Ben was still growing.