I couldn't forget that it was that black cock that I'd seen driving into her that was responsible for that sloppy feeling. As I fucked Leslie (I wasn'...t making love to her that night) I wondered what was going on in her head. Last night, when we'd gotten home from the party, she could have said (as she usually did) that she'd had too much to drink and didn't want to make love. Instead she had been a sex maniac and fucked me almost as much in one night as she usually did in a week. The same thing. Kristy, or "Katelyn" rather, wasted no time in getting down on her knees, unfastening the man's jeans, and reaching in for his cock. I had been dreading this as much as anything and her reaction as it sprang out wounded me a little. Granted, it was by no means some obscenely huge porno cock, but in my girlfriend's tiny hand it still looked gigantic. She promptly sucked it into her mouth and for awhile the room was filled with the slurping sounds of her sloppy blowjob. I paused the film. The. She knew that Cerys was a moveable feast - she turned up when she turned up. “Hectic morning?”Cerys nodded, an outraged expression on her face. “I actually had to do some work!”“Good heavens! How unreasonable” Allison laughed. Cerys’s disaffection with the idea of working for a living had been a constant joke between the two since school days. “It’s no good, Cerrie, you’ll have to find a way to retire. You’ll never hang on for another 40 years.”Cerys tossed her head indignantly, her long dark. Again. But you must promise that if I find nothing this is the last night you’ll ask.” Begrudgingly grasping sword and cloak she trudged up the hill, making for the tangled oak forest under which they camped. Merry, blanketed by the mists that crept towards those eaves, was soon lost to her sight.Another day with him bouncing and oscillating against my increasingly sensitive sex. Another day of stimulation without fulfillment. Another night’s pleasure interrupted by his thrice-damned.