.. well, you probably shouldn't be reading porn anyway, much less a story with a real plot.That's just my opinion. Things happen and rather than code ...such a minor scene and suggest that the entire story is about male-male sex (which it plainly isn't) I decided to forego the code. See, that's the problem with codes. They can't be weighted, there's no justification, no rationale allowed. And some people insists that it must be coded, every little thing, and this is a perfect opportunity for me to. I accelerated and noticed you were shaking from time to time. Soon, you came, so much cum. It was leaking everywhere. I got my hand out of your pants and stood up, pretending I was going to the toilet. When she wasn’t looking, but you were, I licked my hand clean. You were smiling. I asked both of you to stay over for the night. I had a spare room. You convinced her, and we went to bed. I heard you fucking her next door. She was either very loud, or you were very, very good. The fucking. Annette said she had never gotten Bill to become interested in her as a woman, just an ornamental date was all she had ever been to him.At the end of the week both ladies looked elegant.Friday morning Bill told Camy they were going to a Roasting dinner for a retiring song writer and he wanted her to choose her dress for the Saturday night event that evening. Bill said he was thinking of wearing his western style tux.That evening Camy modeled a dress that looked like something an Indian woman. Karen was one of those straight A students, an advantage to be friends with. She had a nice smile but she was only 5 feet tall, plus the heavy dark framed glasses she wore were were so thick it made her eyes look monstrous. She seemed to own just three dresses, he had seen the one she had on no less than two dozen times. Patrick did notice that she felt like a feather in his arms, she was very easy to dance with. Even being a bit on the heavy side, she felt like she was floating. ‘Hung up on.