Go deeper. Oh shit. I love your dick. Keep it inside me. Oooooooooh!’ Moving out here was a good idea. The rest of the neighborhood would certainly ...know me better after tonight. I was getting tired but my dick wasn’t done yet. My dick was in Cynthia’s ass all the way. The love for my dick continued and Cynthia couldn’t get enough of it. Her dirty talk got my dick rolling and stayed hard giving her all the pleasure she so desired. ‘Fuck that ass’, she said, ‘fuck it good. Fuck my ass up. Fuck it. I stumbled to the bathroom, ejaculated into the sink, three thick loads of my rich cream, trying not to whimper as I emptied my balls and made up my mind. Then I went to her room. She was standing by her bed, stripping off the clinging white lettered sweater and when I closed the door, she didn't stop. I admired her spine and felt my flaccid penis lurch. She pulled off the flared skirt and then sat to take off her short boots, wearing just her heavy cheerleader underpants and her uplift bra. My. Originally the house had 7 bedrooms, Elizabeth had walls torn down and a large sunny studio with lots of windows put in, she had only kept 3 bedrooms one for herself and two for company. In the living room there was a large fireplace and one in the master bedroom almost as big. She laughingly figured she could put a whole tree in the livingroom fireplace. The old Kitchen had sent Tom into spasms and she had happily let him refurbish and design a new one. It had taken almost eight months of work. There are no words to describe my feeling when I directed Paul's hand down to take hold of my proud six-and-a-half inches. In Paul's grip, it looked even smaller. I wasn't entirely sure how Sue would react to Paul holding my dick, as this contradicted my "trapped in a lesbian body" theory, but I hoped the euphoria of the moment would carry her through. Sam put her hand on my bare backside and pulled me in closer still. She removed Paul's hand from around my stiffy. "Shit! That'll be that!" I.